I am flat against the wall, and at the mercy of your hand.
I show you what you want to see, changing for you on demand.
Flashing scenes before my eyes, you pick the one that suits you.
Although, I never am surprised you stick to those you're used to.
You turn me on and off with ease; you push all of my buttons.
Your fingertips will always tease; for your touch I am a glutton.
Your constant stare leaves me uneasy, I can not turn away.
I watch you watching me watching you, you have nothing to say.