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