YOU desperately need to know my every inkling inked or scorned,
my every wink and burden born.

YOU (quietly) inherently desire, dear,
to know, to see my loves, my hurts, my fears,

YOU want, you need, you hope to know,
the when and where and why I go.

YOU smirk, you grin, you love my sin –
this is why we both work and we both win.

The voyeur in you (not so daring)
loves me loving and so caring –
weeps me silly, willy nilly,
as you ask yourself “Oh MY GOD.. I wonder.. will he?!”

Pretend if you want you’d rather not haunt
the snicker-verse of my snorts,
but I know the lie, behind every sigh,
and laugh when you’re out of sorts.