Focusing on the male gaze meets a dead end
Swimming in the fantasy of telepathic understanding
A validation of energetic promise
A recognition in trance
Do I move you?
I’ll get even and you won’t even know it
Your validation within quizzical sparkling eyes
Only reminds me that you could never grasp what I’m doing to you
I’m a love witch that can’t help but search for
What I know men will never provide
The male gaze is nothing but a spell
Nothing but a smirk of my essence
