
I wrote this for a poetry class. The assignment was to write a poem from the perspective of the opposite sex. This is ultimately what I came up with. I really hope this isn't how boys really think.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Poetry - Words: 201 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-28-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2666262
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Know Me
Every day I look for
Her.
The smokingly hot captain
Of the cheerleading squad.
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When she walks in,
My eyes fasten on her fine
Swaying hips
And her
Tight ass.
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Today she is wearing her
Cheerleading uniform
With the plunging neckline
Revealing the lines of her
Boobs.
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A surge of excitement
Sends a shiver through
My body.
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Jesus! She is wearing that
Cute short skirt!
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Her gorgeous calves and
Those legs
That could wrap around me
Twice and never
Let go.
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She brushes her hair over her
Perfect shoulder.
Heat washes through me and
I sink lower
Into my seat.
My pants are becoming increasingly
Tight
And
Uncomfortable.
I'll have to visit the bathroom
After class.
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When I try to talk to her,
My tongue forgets itself,
My heart flops and
My body loses all control.
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She always laughs at me then
And calls me something
I never remember.
Whatever it is, it must be funny.
I'm just glad to hear her laugh.
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I wonder if she dreams of me
Like I dream of her
Every night,
Waking up with damp sheets,
Disappointed that it was only
A dream.
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I wonder if she even
Knows my name.
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