Infatuation

Suddenly, I wonder how I never knew you.
How I have managed to come this far in life...
do this much...
be this happy....
without having you by my side.
This is infatuation and I cant think with my head. Insomnia from
Not seeing the rest of you is causing me to lose sleep
lose hope
lose sight
of what it was that I did before I met you.
Was there a 'before I met you'?
Presumably so. But this is infatuation. and true to cliche, I have to have more.
Of your smile. and your lips. of your laugh and your jib. More of your swagger and your sin. More. Always more.
This is infatuation and sensibility has left the building.
I feel overwhelmed by the underwhelmed thoughts of me sans you.
Sans my girly giggles and giddy fantasies.
My inhibitions flee for cover and me, raw and real, finds you waiting...
anticipating my arrival. Ready.
We do what we want and whenever the urge overpowers, when we want.
This is infatuation and bad ideas have taken hold.
But I'm with you and truly, fuck the world because we are here.