Why does he always look like that?

So mean and cold

I wonder what it would take to make him smile

Not a grin or a smirk, but something that will last a while

Maybe I should tell him how fine he is

Or how his brilliant mind turns me on

I love how he makes me focus on the positives,

And corrects my rights from wrongs

Why does he always look like that?

So sexy and smooth

I wonder if he knows what he does to me...

Subtle kisses to my lips and neck, pure ecstasy

Maybe I should do what he pleases

He's a master of seduction

My body always agrees with his expertise

Why does he always look at me like that?

Like a waffle cone with chocolate chip ice cream

Maybe I should stare into his eyes

To see what lies, deeply in his soul,

This is not mean and cold but, joyful and loving

Maybe that's why he looks at me like that.