Sincerely, Jennifer x

You make me nervous,
but so does everything else.

Don’t feel special.

Don’t play with your food.

Staring from across the room with a slight smirk,
trapping me in the spotlight of your stare,
your fingernails, painted a sensible salmon pink,
manicured and making eyes at me from across the room,
along with you.

Don’t play with your food.

Your eyes shine,
and you eat me alive without opening your mouth to speak, or to eat,
suddenly I would die for you,
kill for you,
surrender my soul in a second.

I am terrified,
but so tempted,
trembling and tripping on the sweetness,
just the nearness of you.