Obsessed

 I’m obsessed

And the more I think about you the more I fall downwards into a spiral of constant euphoria and desire

You sit across the room and I stare at you 

I’m obsessed 

With your smile

The softness of your lips

The subtle ways in which you call my name

The sound of your voice when you whisper 

I’m obsessed 

With the way you hold your hair 

The way you fixate your eyes when you’re concentrated

And the way you lift your eyebrows when amazed

I’m obsessed 

With the way your body sways when you’re cooking and the music is playing

I’m obsessed 

With your moles, so much so I’ve named a couple 

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Wiin