I never knew

I guess I like the way they look at me…

How their eyes linger on my hips..

my smile, the way I dance, the way I sing.

I feel it..alot

the attention,

the cheeky smiles,

the quiet shyness,

how they hesitate,

like I’m something just out of reach.

And I won’t lie

I like it.

But it’s never quite enough.

Because I don’t want wandering eyes

or almost words left unspoken.

I want the man who looks at me

like he understands something deeper..

not just how I move,

but why I move the way I do.

The one who doesn’t just admire,

but knows.

Who isn’t afraid to step closer,

to speak,

to stay.

My book man. My dream man.

And when he finds me

there won’t be any competition.

Because the way he sees me

will make all the others disappear.