I felt their stares
and I always wonder why,
Was something wrong with me?
Or was it just an activity to pass time
Their eyes swept across my face
lingering on my eyes,lips and hair
I held my breath, praying they would stop
Their eyes travel to my small bronzed neck
Then to my breasts.
I held my breath, praying they would stop.
I felt their eyes savoring the sight of my waist and sensual hips.
They traced the curved lines of my waist
lingering where it dips.
i held my breath, praying they would stop.
Their interest high but eyes fell low.
To take in the view of my small feet and polish toes.
I always felt their stares.
Most times I am scared.
I sensed it was a desire,
To capture my innocence and do things beyond dares.
©keira
K