My Enigma

Just Him

I wish I could describe the intense feeling. This burning, yearning, feeling that I have for him just doesn't make any sense. Why is it that when he glances in my direction my stomach is in complete shambles? My head spirals like a Ferris Wheel at a theme park. My breath is out of controllably uneven and my skin is burning hot to the touch. I try to avoid eye contact like the plague, but it's like he goes out of his way to try to catch my shy gaze. My anxiety sky rockets as he strides closer and closer to my discretion. My hands go numb as I quietly hyperventilate. He is finally only inches away and i know for sure he realizes my crumbling state. It amuses him. Like he gets somewhat of a satisfaction out making a complete fool of myself right in front of him. To make matters worse he lifts his slinger fingers to my blushed flushed out face. He then makes circles with his thumb on my pudgy cheek. How could one simple touch feel so powerful? I hitched a sigh as I relaxed my face into his hand. He smiles that million dollar smile then chuckles. I would give up everything to see that smile, to hear that chuckle, to feel that touch, to smell his aroma. The mere thought of him is intoxicating. The harder i try to shake this emotion, the more it intensifies. He's just one person, one specimen, one, being and yet he has me hooked. Like he's caught me with his bait and i am left at his mercy. Will he cast me out? Or will he hold on to me?