INTRIGUE
It started off as merely an intrigue, and then it bloomed almost into a full crush when I realized I absolutely must put aside my lust so that we can discuss exactly what makes you who you are. You walked in my class room and sat on the right hand side and since then this intrigue has yet to subside and if you had a fan club I’d be the first to subscribe. But texts upon texts written couldn’t describe you. I love when you smile because even your eyes laugh and I can’t help but to feel abashed when I walk past you. You seem to be keeping a secret and I’m dying to know. As soon as I walk in, I always check the first seat, first row, to make sure that you’re there. Yes, you’re beautiful, but my fascination with you runs so much deeper. You’re a mystifying anomaly. Can I be your mysteries keeper? I’m not usually like this but your essence seems to be unique; I’m all too interested when I hear you speak. It’s as if I’m a pauper waiting by the table for a crumb, as if you’ll reveal a part of yourself with a slip of the tongue. Feed me some of your food for thought and bring me to that sacred spot. The one past the surface looks and into the depths of your feelings, where soul and heart combined make for invaluable stealings. Experiences so rich that you could spend a life time trying to divine it’s worth. Stories so bold that when you bring them forth, time stops and hearts drop…but that’s why you keep them buried or so I surmise, at least if it’s true I wouldn’t be surprised. Because a girl like you just doesn’t come from humble means, not material at least but immaterial riches, it seems.
~Autymn
***If my real intrigued one reads this, I’d hope you’d leave your footprints here.
dig it
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