This is torture.
What heat,
Scourter.
Way to stay in your seat!

Keep up.
Don’t miss a beat.

Can’t take your glance,
Change your stance…
You don’t want a chance.
And I don’t want to just dance.

Stop looking…
Your eyes are protruding.
The air your taking…,
and me: shaking.

My heart, breaking.
My head, aching.

Don’t look over here.
Give me a chance to breathe.
Plus- they all eventually end on leave.

How do you differ?
Unlike a certain vampire…,
You don’t shimmer.