You used to look at me like that.
Consciously trying to unconsciously
awaken passions and desires,
to make me want you and crave you.
For years you gave me that look,
biting your lip while trying to hide
the need you could barely express
that echoed my thirst for your touch.
Your image still echoes in my mind,
inflaming my soul with searing pain
of wanting you more than breath itself.
And now you look at others that way.