you walk right
in front of me
nonchalantly, obliviously
not a care in the world
totally unconscious
of what you do to me
each step you take
feels like a ritual
a dance, a seduction
aimed at me
you flip your hair
and i struggle
to hold myself back
your lips curl,
an innocent smile
but i could swear
i felt a jab,
pure physical pain

and i know you never
meant to torture me
your intentions are not
to unnerve me
it's just every
single thing you do
cries out to me
tempts me, rouses me
each sound you make
tantalizes my senses
send them to overdrive

i wish i could bottle you up
and consume you in small doses
you are lethal,
you will probably be
the death of me. . .

but then again,
i'd probably die smiling
isn't that sweet?
(hahahahaha)