Your pictures hang on my wall, and in my mind.
I stare at you when you’re not watching.
And I find myself praying for you to devote yourself to me .
I see your shadows in my room ,they refuse to leave until broad daylight.

Your scent sit on my body from the friendly hug ,they refuse to wash off .

I turn to look behind you each time you pass by me.
I stare at you walk … ontop of eggshells.
Body round and perfect.
And then this feeling comes…

I want to see more of you .
Hear more of you .
I desire to touch more of you and be close to you.
This feeling surfaces each time I close my eyes .
It comes when I dream.
And it stays …stuck on my mind.

But those who know say it’s a passing feeling.