
He Likes to Watch Me
He likes to watch me
as I sit folding laundry
sorting socks and power ranger underpants
As I read
as I sit here writing
as I do nothing
He likes to watch me
and I look up at him
eyes locking
knowing he wants more
but will never admit it
at least not today
He likes to watch me
touch and feel
and take myself
to a place only I can get to
but he can come along for the ride
that's when I like to watch him
his face
his eyes
his place
different than mine
but still the same
Cindi C.B.
*Poem "He Likes to Watch Me" by Cindi C.B. © 2008, All Rights Reserved*