I watched him with a smile. As he thought I was shy. Man couldn't he be smart? It was our usual evening, he was in my hall, I was on his mind. It was written all over his face, in a stupid smile. Not that I didn't cherish him, I loved his attention. He cocked his head to the side, and let out a yawn. Man, was he staring-at me-what on earth? He smiled, I grinned. He laughed, I squirmed. He glared, I stared. And yet, he still looked so sweet. I crawled over to him and asked, what was on his mind. He just keep staring right through me. Didn't know what was up. Till i followed his eyes to...to my lips. No no no, not good dear boy, not good for my health. He was dreaming of a taste of my vegetarian lips.
A thought which, like rain on a harvest, was seriously unwelcomed.
