Skin like velveteen and curves seemingly from the tender hands of a master sculptor. Lips that start fist fights and eyes that start wars.
And oblivious to your own beauty.
I have noticed you. My god, how could I not?
You are a part of my world and you don’t know. I dare not say anything, I could never find the words or the sentiment to draw your eye.
I have seen joy shine through you like blinding sun. I have witnessed a despair reside in you that would crush a lesser spirit.
Do I want you? There is no question. But more, I need you to want me as well. Desire me. I want us to get caught in such a centrifugal force of thirst and passion that we are made legend. A story told for generations of the ideal. The example of what love and lust and burning hunger can be when perfected, mastered…embraced.
I hear your laugh, and I ache. A longing like to take years off my very life.
You walk past and I shake for an eternity afterwards.
An accidental glance from you and time stops. Cold.
I would gladly present my own fluttering heart to you.
If I could only craft the words worthy of the perfection my eyes see in you.