I want to dance for you, hazel-eyed boy. My gift to you.

I want to see you, looking at me, dancing for you. My gift to me.

You complimented me on my eyes once. You said the real dancing happens there. You laughed when I told you what anatomy of yours was the queen ballerina.

So when you are away and I am feeling your away-ness a tad too much, thats what  I miss the most. Dancing for you. Your eyes on me. The perfect cock-tail of love and lust in your eyes. Sheer joy, for me.