She doesn't know
 

Standing at a distance, I watch her.
I watch her work, read, and smoke.
Every action, movement, like it's being done just for me.
Yet she doesn't know.

She doesn't know that I would love to hold her,
Love to kiss her,
Love to be close to her,
Love to simply be near her.
Yet she doesn't know.

She doesn't know that I want her just as she is,
Her butchness is well hidden, but it's there.
It appeals to me,
It makes me want her even more.
Yet she doesn't know.

She doesn't know that I watch her at a distance.
I watcher her work, read, and smoke.
Every action made just for me.
Yet she doesn't know.