quiet radiance

my stare lingers past the point of a glance
and short moments later you notice
you are not typically what lures
but i always look deeper
and wonder what you are like when you cum
are you a screamer?
that is always a benchmark for me
does she scream when she orgasms
what would make her scream
hours of oral?
her own masturbation?
while i am tied at the foot of her bed?

i deserve none of these rituals
nor the privelage of being in their presence
yet...when in the anonymity of my mind
i watch and wonder
and seek what my inuition can deduce from a stare

and then there is that moment when you notice
the burn from an iris
the male peer
that by habit is brushed off
ignored
and yet it in that moment
the way it is handled
that shows the degree of need
hardly a split second
it is sometimes revealed...
a want...a confidence...a need...a dominance
a blush...a submissiveness...
till composure grasps
and purpose dictates
and i revisit my food
as to not turn into a creep