Uncomfortable

You can look at me,
but please don't stare.
And when I glance up to 
skim the room and my eyes
accidentally meet yours, 
don't continue to stare, 
locking in your gaze on me.
Stop imagining me without 
clothes on, and what I sound 
like when I moan. 
Please, 
look away.

You're making me uncomfortable. 


-meb

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