Glasses (Incomplete) Poem by DiAnne Douglass

What should I do?
He gets me so hot
His voice is enough
To make my skin tingle
But what really gets to me
Are his glasses

Maria Mena's song keeps playing in my head
Her song 'Your Glasses', which I love so much
Won't stop playing in my mind
For I feel the same way
And the lyrics speak to me

What should I do about this?
This feeling that's taking over
Leaving me so hot that I'm panting
And wanting more

Those glasses, there must be
Something special about them
Just looking at him wearing them
Turns me on to a level I hadn't reached before

The way he looks wearing them
How his eyes look when he gazes at me
Through those magical lenses
How can I not love all of it?

Ah, I must sound so perverted
So dirty minded, thinking such things
However, I truly do love his glasses
I love everything about them
Because they belong to him
Not just any pair will do
Only his glasses can make me feel this way