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Five

by Oliver

Look at me, please, just look at me!

I'm sure you're interested. Why are you avoiding my gaze?

I could tell, as soon as I met you, that you were interested.

I'm used to that quick look, that appraising 'up-and-down' stare, taking me in, resting fleetingly, on you-know-where.

Okay, I might be only young, but I've seen that look hundreds of times; a flicker, then it's gone.

What you don't know, is that I like it. I like the interest, that flicker of animal lust, some even lick their lips when they look at me. I'm nice to look at aren't I? No, I'm not vain. I just know what it is I have and what it is some of them are looking for. I'm nice to look at - gorgeous, if you must know. Most of you look away, trying to pretend you weren't looking, trying to look as if that secret thought isn't there, haunting you. I bet I'm the stuff fantasies are made of. No, I'm not vain. I really do know that I'm a stunner. Got it all; looks, youth, and that.

Look at me again. Please, just look at me! How long are we going to sit here, each of us pretending?

You want me, that's obvious.

I want you, but you can't read that look of mine.

I'm trying everything here; sending out as many of the signals that I know, but either you're blind or you're not interested. So why do you keep stealing glances at me? I can sometimes feel your eyes on me and when I look up and you're looking somewhere else, why are you blushing?

You think I'm hot?

Well, I think you're hot.

So there. No-one would ever understand me for thinking that way about you. I certainly wouldn't tell anyone. Can't tell anyone. And certainly not you.

But if only you would look at me; see the pain I'm in here, see the longing I have for you, waiting for your smile, your closeness, your touch.

Come over to me. Sit by me. Be with me. Help me. I need you. Now.

"Please, sir, I don't understand... Could you...?"

Yessssss! Here you come. Now I've got you!

I've told you this all before, Jenkins! I love, you love, we love...

Amo, amas, amat... isn't Latin wonderful!

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That Jenkins boy is absolutely divine! If only. If only...

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