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There you stand, tossing your hair about,
smiling, laughing, talking -- oblivious to me.
You're my obsession, but I'm just an object;
a buoy at sea, somewhere in the fuzzy edges
of your peripheral vision.

Every time that you move ... or look my way,
I just ... can't ... breathe!

You know what? I notice EVERYTHING about you!
I notice the way the light reflects off your
teeth when you laugh and smile. I notice the glint of golden sunlight in your hair. I notice the flecks
of brown and gold honey that drip on me from your eyes,
whenever I'm fortunate enough that you glance my way.

I notice the timbre of your voice. I notice the way
your chest moves when you breathe. I notice the shape
of your body; your face; every curve; every trace.

I notice the graceful flow of your hands and fingers.
Your presence upon my mind -- it CONSTANTLY lingers...

I notice the shape of your lips;
 so inviting.
I notice the way that you walk;
 so exciting.

I choke when I am near you;
Paralyzed -- when I hear you.

I SEE you,
but I just... can't ...
TOUCH you!

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Copyright ©2003 Jeff Mason