Crush

Such sweet temptation.
A lithe blond goddess, professional veneer...
A soft feminine underbelly.
Beautiful. Achingly so. And I ache.
For her.
Will I ever invade the stream of her consciousness?
Watching, waiting.

Work colleague, acquaintance, friend. Lover? Captivator?
ADA. ID. Overwhelming presence, sensory overload.
I need. I want. Her.
Gushing need, gushing want. Wanton.
Velvet lips, luscious. Gentle, graceful curves.
Her thighs, her belly, her breast... her heart.

Dare I communicate this... passion?
Fear. Analytical. Cerebral.
Abstract?
Detect, Detective!

Taunting azure eyes grab, lift and hold me.
An eyebrow, raised in question.
Bunched muscles tightening my jaw.
A blush? A pulse races.
Hers or mine? Ours.
Dimpled cheek, mouths curl at the corners. Both.
Recognition.

Azure mirrors umber. Connection.
Like caresses and moist heat.
Touch, taste, feel. Love.
Beautiful. Achingly so.