I'm Just So Lonely

I want the boy who holds open the door even though it automatically holds itself open for me.

I want the boy whose eyes, black as coal, bore into me when I glance up from the omelet line.

I want the boy who awkwardly smiles at me while I quickly pass him, unsure if we are friends or not.

I want the boy who, feeling too uncomfortable to sit next to me slides off the couch to cuddle with his dog.

He would treat me respectfully, being a gentleman.

He would ravish me, taking all I have to offer.

He would hold me in his strong, but gentle embrace.

He would talk to me about life, still afraid to touch me.