~P.N.

Sixth Form memories... when I got a bit addicted to someone unobtainable.

 

You look me up and down
I follow your gaze
I welcome your flattery
I’ve never before felt this way.

No one’s ever given me this kind of attention before.

First of all it was just the legs,
Now it feels like my whole body.
You’ve seen me bend, stretch, walk, talk, turn and gaze
What more can I give you?

Only recently have I started to take notice in your attraction
I never noticed it previously,
You were just someone in the crowd
Recognised by a nickname you were given
When spotted at a guilty pleasure.

Maybe it’s just me,
But I’ve noticed that we don’t communicate:
Maybe it’s more mysterious this way;
No one will ever know the chemistry we share.

I tried once:
I gave you a Christmas card;
I thrust it into your hands;
I didn’t know what to say – I had nothing to say,
But you took it and what you did with it I’ll never know.

However, we have a secret communication technique:
Eye contact
At first it was just glances and the odd uninterrupted stare
Now it’s smiles and laughter;
What an improvement.

I’ll never forget that one time
You had your gear and I had the one bag...

You saw me approach –
I never thought you’d convey a romantic and respectful gesture...

You walked thru and stood against it
Holding the door open for me.

Shyly I thanked you
Smiling all the way
I hope you heard me
I meant it.

I once tried to have a fantasy about you but it didn’t work out;
Reason:
At the time I thought I was in love with someone else.

Many a time I’ve pictured you dancing with me since then,
Holding and touching me all over
We are naturals, you and I
I move with you and you with me:
We intertwine with each other like two snakes fighting for a mate.

Waiting to leave one day
You were with the blond guy
I sat on the sofa
In the building facing the benches
You looked over at me and I waved
Embarrassed, you turned away.

I don’t blame you
But I don’t want to scare you.

I wanted to speak to you today when you were running after the joker
But you were too quick...
Now I’ve seen you run your fastest, in fear and your defence
I couldn’t possibly interrupt the cycle.

Guiltily, and I do not deny it
I dream of the day when (and if) I can give myself to you
And you enjoy it
When you and I express our lust for each other’s love...
In passionate terms.

I wonder if ever we will speak to each other one day.

If we do,
There is only one to thank for it.

...
Lucky Black Patterned Tights.

 

Reviews

[Juliette Cross]

i think everyone's had this kind of experience. its nice to see it written out.