I am sorry,
I am a slut.
I dream for what I do not have.
I crave his touch if only for a second.
For his attention to get off of you and on to me.
I smile with glee and excitement that I can take his gaze off of you
I am sorry I'm a whore
that wants what you have.
Oh damn you.
Your boyfriend's mighty cute.
I've been super attracted to him ever since I've laid my eyes on him.
And I hate you for it.
My eyes glare at the two of you whenever you are in a room together.
You seem so happy.
My gaze glued to you two.
My frustration builds.
He's so attractive...
The cute one's are always taken.
I heave in and out as I construct my diabolical plan.
To take him from you.
Why can't you share?
LOL, the thought of being the other woman
doesn't necessarily appeal to me,
but I am not repel by it either.
Hold tight, girlie, hold tight.