Sultry, seductive, and you make it look effortless. Yes, I take note of what you wear, the style, the simple placement of your hair.
I make it a point not to stare, it would feel inefficient, it would feel wrong, it would be a sincere disservice.
I want a creative way by which to enter within your reality. That surreal place of justified perspective, that permeates every fragrance I smell, every sound I hear. I feel like you are everywhere.
Makeshift words spring to life the moment I see you there. But they're absent of truth, for I cannot allow your eyes to catalogue me, force forth any proof, the feelings, the hesitant breath, a stammer, an insignificant gesture. No I must make you feel I'm in control, aloof.
I'm compelled to give you earnest, sincere respect, simply because your persona proceeds you, your words form before me without a single muscle moving.