I cannot guess what his eyes say
But i know what his lips said,
When they kissed me
I know what his hands said,
When he held me
He stares at me in wonder
In all my estrogen fueled fury
He understands that i am angry
And he likes it for some odd reason
I slap him and he gives me the biggest grin
Then he kisses me just asking for it again
This fool called man wont leave me alone
They say girls are always a few years ahead of the boys,
In the maturity department anyway.
I think im at least a decade above this boy
Who is supposed to be a man
And i guess i will never understand
Why even when i want to hit him i love him so much,
Why when he gives my that tantalizing smile
I just melt inside
Why when i slap him he hugs me and kisses me passionatly
I will never be able to stop living him
No matter how immature
He will always be my man