Affair

‘Twas an affair like no other -
He, with his penetrating eyes,
Gazed upon her, unknowing that

In her mind was a dream, a fiend:
A fantasy where he puts his arms on her skin,
Pulls her close, and begins to lead her
Into a rare dance with fate.

She gazes upon him in return,
Careful as not to give away
The secret she so holds inside her -

She wanted him to want her badly enough
that he would feel the ache in his muscles,
That he would whimper and sigh at the sound
of her sweet, mellow voice.

 Yet he would not let her know
Of such things. He was a private man -
He did not make such things known.

And so the affair in her mind goes,
Beautiful, and sweet. And real,
If only for a moment, in her subconscious.
He knows nothing, the object of her affection.