Go ahead and resist me - I dare you to.
I'll just sway my hips over to the corner,
and pretend I'm not here.
I'll make it easy.
I'll look over my shoulder, and bat, cat-eyes leisurely.
I won't even smile.
I'll give you the look of a woman,
who's bus is not quite late.
I'm making it easy, remember?
You should stop, though... with the look you are giving me.
My heart is hammering...
It's not very gentlemanly-like to cheat.
I feel the faint blush rising.
Perhaps the bus is late.
Perhaps I should turn away?
Would that help?
First, I will show you my willfulness with flashing dark eyes,
I will raise my pride like a banner.
Sticking my chest out,
like so.
Then, I will send in a full-dressed, four-star,
general's pout,
concealing a war-chest of moans.
I know love, as a soldier knows war.
Finally, before I turn away. ( To make it easier.)
