Infatuated Bliss | lh

infatuation souhaitée | 0

the look, the lustful eyes.
the ones you have when you want something with such passion it consumes you.
it may be wrong, it may be right, but in that moment it doesn't matter.
there isn't any logic behind it, you can't plan it.
spontaneous bliss, all in a simple look.
eyes can speak stories, enough to write a book.
the color in his, just like a hot summer day filled with rocky adventures.
the eyes that could be a bestseller with all that they said.
in just one look
it can take less than a second to feel it
it's like nothing else matters, no one else matters
time is frozen like tunnel vision
focused on one thing, those lustful eyes
he wanted it for just a second, until the seconds repeated
they repeated, caving in to his conflicted thoughts
why am I like this, what am I doing
the blissful lust was indulging in those hot summer days, but it was cold outside
this isn't happening, a thought
it's not real, the sounds, the music, the light
my aching body is fine in the moment of bliss
fingernails digging into the chair in front of me because I swear it's a dream and the infatuation is killing me
"when am I going to wake up"
the eyes, probably not looking at me at all
he sees the lustful bliss start to look away one more time
and all in one moment, they looked away
snapped out of it rapidly as if it never even happened
what was frozen is now back to chaos, and the bliss is broken
broken forever as they both swear it never happened but both the lust and the bliss feel alive like something came in and touched their hearts.
as if they have been missing a piece of themselves for a while and it has just been restored.
next day is full doubts and only a piece of what happened.
the sky blue eyes and the random light of bliss in the crowd.
the shore and the ocean have reunited once again.
all in one look.