Soaking me all in

He was
Tap
Tap
tapping away on the phone
He looked up
I Iooked down
We did this for a couple of rounds
Until I noticed just what he was doing
He was...perusing my honey complected thighs with his eyes soaking me all in
Admiring my double strand twist playing on my face
He was soaking me all in
He was writing about what he would see if given the opportunity to gaze deep into my dark brown eyes
He was writing about covering my face with his mane of dreads as he kissed me intimately
He was writing
About me
What he thought I was like....
Was I like shanaynay and them he grew up with up?
Or was I like Michelle Obama? Courageous and classy?
Truth be told I was a combination of both
But he would never know
Because he stood scared
Just tap, tap, tapping away on the phone
Soaking me all in.