It's a cliché to say you blow my mind and then some
Sustaining such feelings pertaining to your being
Suppressing my urge to express my cross addiction
Consuming your verbal drug, while inhaling your personal distinction
Denying my mixed attraction, while accepting the feeling it carries
Hoping you notice the smile I portray
Imagining you taking advantage of the signs I display
Feening for the moment I let go and let you in
Hiding the excitement I experience as if it were a sin
Damn…
Your smile causes me to stare
Do you notice…
When my smile lingers long after yours has faded?
Your image flashes in my mind creating delicious daydreams
Connecting me to you without your verbal consent
Physically wanting you, mentally experiencing you
Tasting the familiar in my repeated mental experience
Realizing the depth in my furtive illusion
I catch my breath and seize my harsh reality
You're society's concept of an immoral fantasy