The Games We Play

Your eyes look around,
Yet stare only at me.
There is the color in your eyes,
That only I can see.
In the midst of the crowd,
You stand separated from me,
Yet why is it that I feel your hands on me?

I whisper to the man that walks to my side,
He whispers back and I smile.
We both know I was talking to you,
From across the room, I know.
You feel it don't you?
I can tell
The way your body freezes at my voice.

Here we are standing side by side,
With the crowd around,
All I can do is laugh in wonder,
How do we do all this, stay sane and secret?

I can feel your touch,
You can feel my voice.
You say a word to another,
Yet I get the message from way yonder.
I chuckle as I always do,
but the look in my eyes you see screams seduction.

Finally the distance between us is covered,
At last from across the room, the gap is closed.
Now, we stand facing each other.
I run my hand down the diamonds you gave me,
Watching your gaze drift down to my neck as I approach,
Long enough to let the spot lights shine on you and me.
If this were on stage, all eyes would be on us.
"Hi, let me introduce you to my wife"
He says to you,
"Same here" You say to him, and you and the woman by your side smile at me.
You take my hand, give the back of my palm a kiss and say,
"Nice to meet you."

In this room we stay,
There is a crowd,
Yet why is it that I feel your touch?
As though we were alone with only the moon as our witness?
But you know one thing,
He stands here, and she stands there,
So we continue to smile and whisper and stare,
Enjoying the fun as we take turns tormenting each other...