Secretly I crave you. Nervously my eyes drop whenever you glance over at me. I catch myself biting my lip when thoughts of you flood my mind. Your voice triggers me causing me to become needy, but you would never want me. Your beauty captivates me. Your voice as much as it is a trigger it soothes me. Your body is heavenly, but you would never want me. Secretly I want you to the point of temporary insanity. The way you stare, your eyes piercing right through me, but is it possible that you would even want me? To me, you're perfection incarnate. You're mesmerizingly sexy. If I were to describe what perfect is your name would slip out of my mouth immediately, but is it even possible that you would even want me?

You don't even know I exist but I know everything about you. I know how you can go from cute to downright sexy in point 5 seconds with no effort at all. Secretly I want you. I crave you. I need you, but you don't even know I exist. You don't even know...Secretly, nervously, desperately I... Desperately, I call your name alone imagining you're pleasing me because you don't know I even exist and you may not even want me. Pint up desire that can never be acted upon because these feelings are one-sided start to become painful remnants of lust lingering, waiting to be the source of some stupid choice just to relieve the pain temporarily because the one  you want and need doesn't even know you exist and even if he did he may not even want you.

DAMN!!!!!

MS. UNDERSTOOD