He never wanted that book—
On the shelf, residing behind your wooden chair.
His lame attempts of him reading the summaries
Barely cover up his intentions.
He’s been there for 10 minutes,
Staring at you.
Are you doing something to attract attention?
For each time a part of your body moves,
His eyes burn the back of your neck.
Your muscles clench at the thought of being
Preyed upon once again.
Potential danger shakes the ground from underneath you;
You shut your eyes to block out his open ones—
Scanning your body for those pleasurable angles.
You know, however, that you are not in danger.
You are in a public place.
He won’t try anything.
So why are you so afraid?
You aren’t allowed to ask him to leave you alone, for
His eyes have yet to take their action—
Despite the anxious waiting for his attack
Bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
You know that your beauty has consequences,
Even in the back corner of a Barnes and Noble.
All you can do is wait until he runs out of books to read,
For your muscles to stop tensing at the
Feeling of his eyes tracing your body,
And for him to finally leave.
With no books in hand.
Only the satisfaction of my body—my pleasurable angles—
Living on in his mind.
Like a child playing hide-n-go-seek
A sigh of relief escapes my lips
As he walks away from my wooden chair.
