December 2nd

You want to know how crazy you make me?

This... this is what happens when you're around, when I see you.

My heart beats faster,

wishing you were mine.

My legs want to run to you,

but somehow manage to walk on past.

My arms want to embrace you in a hug,

and maybe not ever let go.

My hands want to remove that hat I see you wear,

and let my fingers run through your hair.

My lips want yours to the brush softly over them,

and maybe linger there a while.

My ears want to listen to only your voice,

raspy and quiet, making my mind go off to places it hasn't before been.

My eyes want to make their way slowly over your body,

perhaps staying a bit too long, observing the intense beauty I cannot explain.

My heart,

it wants you to want me back.

My fingers,

they want to trace their way down your face.

My ears,

they want to hear you say my name.

My eyes,

they only want to admire every move you make.

But my mind.

My mind is the worst.

My mind,

it tries to understand.