I Want to be His Girl

 

I watch him sitting at his desk,

His head buried in work.

He looks up for a second,

His blue eyes enhanced by his blue shirt.

 

I smile at him,

But he hurriedly looks away.

I wonder, should I tell him

How I feel today?

 

I continue to watch him

For a little while.

I see him glace my way

On his face, that naughty smile.

 

Seeing that smile

Cross his sexy lips

Makes me want to feel him

Under my finger tips.

 

I want so badly

To be his girl.

To have that honour –

I’d be the happiest girl in the world!

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel10December2007