Infatuation

Member since 2003 · Posted 24 Nov 2003 · 1 comment

This isn't a poem, it's just something that I have to put somewhere. He stares at me. I donât know who he is, but I can feel his gaze follow me as I walk past him. His deep golden eyes draw me in. I can feel the heat radiating from him. I try to hide it, but I know he can see the effect he has on me. He can see it in my eyes, the lust, the desire, the infatuation. Being around him fills me with incredible feelings; feelings that I have never experienced before. He brings out the intensity and the yearning that I have kept concealed for years. When I look at him I only know one thing. I know that I want him more than anything I have ever wanted. He is constantly on my mind, filling me with so much longing that I feel like I am about to pass out. My entire body is screaming his name. I no longer eat or sleep, all I can do is think about him and try to understand what heâs thinking. He becomes a part of me. I am consumed by him.

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[6] whispern_smoke_wisp 9-Mar-05/3:38 PM Reply

1) if it is on a site called poemranker.com why would you post that which is not a poem

2) it definetly sounds like a poetic attempt, I'm not quite sure how well you suceeded by it sounds like a poem to me

3) it was a good effort and I will acknowledge that so often the words to describe what we feel escape us and we almost always come up short in trying to describe both the happy and the poignant

4) all that aside i don't really care for this that much i give it a 6

-zarina