my sister said i needed a hobby-_-

His hips moved a little too much,
like he was copying my walk,
trying to match my femininity with his tighty-whitey-tank;
which actually just screamed homosexual in every jiggle he took.

His skin blended into the night,
but his pretty face stared back at me.
Lips tight, as if he hid something,
cheekbones wanting to break the surface,

His eyes were surprising in the dark,
sort of out of place, but perfectly in.
shocked me just for a second, when he started humming,
but then he smiled, and walked right on by.