Love at 16 or 16 and obsessed
sense his presence as he enters, his aura invading my space. My body
begins to burn, and my ability to concentrate is lost. I struggle to
maintain an air of indifference, and avert my eyes. My eyes begin to shine
as I gaze upon the form I know so well.
He is tall, and slim, some would say scrawny. I would say muscular and well formed. As I gaze I long to be, to be closer to him, to be an extension of his body.
I drop my eyes, and feel my face flush as I realize my gaze is fixed, and he is watching me watch him. He face wears a knowing grin.
I begin to write frantically, but his face appears - as if embossed - on the paper on which I write. His jet black hair is immaculate, too smooth, too perfect. His lips are full, and I wonder how soft they would feel in an open mouthed caress.
I can�t help it I look up again, he is waiting. Instinctively I drop my gaze, but not before his eyes are burned in my vision. Deep brown, capable of expressing playfulness, anger, and disappointment. The eyes tell the truth while the lips lie.
I sigh at my lack of self-control, as I fight myself not to look up again. When I do, he is working - suddenly uninterested in my interest. I watch as he stands to go to the book shelf. I watch him from behind, feeling like a voyeur - but not looking away. His walk is a complete movement, as free and fast as a river in flood. Unstoppable, swift, and like a river in full flood it leaves damage in its wake, with onlookers in awe.
I have an urge to touch his air, to affectionately ruffle his hair. I know the touch would be treated with disdain, he is absorbed in his work now, and I , I am hopelessly absorbed in him.
My adrenalin begins to flow, as my imagination disrobes him. I feel the heat from his body, although he is metres away.
He comes towards me, taunting me softly with his dulcet tones, sharing a joke, he has no idea his actions have double meanings. I get up to escape, and brush his warm skin as I do so.
A single touch, the warm impression on my cold skin, enough to keep my erotic thoughts continuing until my next free period in the library. I hope he is here too.
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