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

towards me.

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...

Sigh..

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.

For now.....

He's yours.

Hold tight, girlie, hold tight.