Beware a lingering eye

Beware a Lingering Eye Sitting in the brown stained Coffee lazy smoking room There happened upon a freckled Lass, brown, blond, mousy mess Of a fellow smoker, A Marlboro lighted toker Who chatted to a bloke and Other indiscriminate folks. So I took in the conversation, All very friendly, polite Inconsequentially trendy. One cigarette finished, another took Stubbed and finally put out, cooked. When she smiled and then addressed me, Whilst all alone just we, She actually looked my way, It was surprisingly strange to say, That she looked twice, then lingered, Just like pointing with her fingers, Eye to eye, Couldn’t suss my smoking spy, Although I glimpsed a reason why, We spoke with longing eyes, lustful Green, grey skies, very close, Could be lying near, leaving me excited With canny fear.