Your hands are burning through the cloth,
Into my skin,
You're only tracing circles on my thighs.
You smile,
-Its that one i've grown to hate,
It's got all of your lust piled up behind it- yet it comes off as sweet,
"You have such a nice body."
You kiss me, then lean back and glance away,
I know my best friend is sitting there, where your eyes wander
-Your smile grows wider,
"And so does she."
Then again with that smile, but you aren't looking at me anymore,
Your hands are burning through the cloth,
Into my skin,
-You have all of that lust piled up behind that smile,
And its leaking out through your wandering eyes.
I wish I wanted you to stop tracing circles on my thighs.
