The Look

There is a look, 

a secret glance, 

the gay male stare. 

Not in a book, 

not made by chance, 

the soul is laid quite bare. 

The hunger shows, 

the body aches, 

the desire is left aloof. 

The receiver knows, 

feelings wake, 

lust is set loose.

I see the signs, 

I respond in kind, 

I set my passion free.

So if you find, 

you have the time, 

Send that look to me.