.you.

oh how you have managed to twist my simple routine into a vibrant adventure...

you have covered me with your smile and surrounded me with your immense beauty...and somehow i have unintentionally grown to you.  dive into my fantasy and swim in my forever....dont leave but remain here.  even when you are not by my side... people see you with me....in my smile, my eyes, the way my lips press themselves together, the switch in my hips when i walk in those stilettos you love me in, when i bat my eyelashes...thats you.  the light happiness that spills out of me in laughter is you.  the butterflies that escape the cave of my body decorate the morning skies and dance their way right back into the pit of my belly everytime i hear your voice.  so much still a mystery...let me solve you.  im willing to go undercovers...sheets and pillows...shirts and shorts....down to bare skin to know you.  i envy your smile because its so close to your soft lips.  i envy your eyes because they get to witness your reflection.  i envy your hands because they are the most familiar with the curves of your frame. i envy your heart because it lies deep within you where i want to find myself someday.  and with each breath that i draw in ...and again release from my body the intrigue overpowers me and causes me to lose my breath all together... and every part of my body that you have become to know begs me to re-introduce you to it again.  and at night when i lay there in the quiet my skin whispers to me how much it misses you. because you are what i crave. you personify my desire...i lust for your taste.  in my mind i find myself wrapping up in our memories so that they keep me warm like a blanket until you return.  and as i search my mental for you i remember. remembering isnt good enough....if only our shadows could be frozen in a photograph we could sit and enjoy our sweat for always....followed by forever and whisked into eternity.  but you are shy...so instead i memorize your smell, your sweat, you skin so that i can create my own piece of art and hold it safely where it can not be tarnished but preserved just for me.  ( to be continued )