he asks if he turns you on;
you have the audacity to give him
a smug smile, because hell,
that boy- he makes you hot.

that boy, he makes you ache
to the point where there's
nothing to satisfy but
your own hands.

you're aching wet and waiting:
the scene unfolds in your mind
imagining his hands instead of
your own.

but at the same time, you want him
to watch. to have him see you
loose it from your own caresses.