Sheer Pleasure
Usually I don't condone this kind of behavior
but whenever he is around all I can is savor
his every word.
He leaves me breathless
I have late night dreams of lying on his
bare chest.
I doubt he even notices me
and this job uniform I have on.
My makeup smeared because the hour
for looking cute has long since passed along.
I wait for him everyday because his presence
reminds me of the feelings I try to shut away
I reach sheer pleasure just uttering his name
and I fear I will never be the same.
Destiny is a pretty strange thing
but a connection I'll never forget I'm sure
we've both made.
The way he has captivated me has me afraid.
This is no longer a stage this is my life and
I must continue this promenade.
From our very first introduction
he invaded my soul and though crushes
are silly I have a crush on him with a
capital C and the rest in bold
He makes me feel a mix of hope and
doom all at the same time
because even though it's a pleasure
I want him to be all mine forever
That would take a huge amount of
courage on my part which I'm not
sure I can muster.
To utter a word about these inner
thoughts of mines could either end
up the best thing I've ever done
or just another re run
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