Stage 1: a Hint of potential.
It begins with a meeting of the eyes. A glance from you locks onto mine, and a jolt of electric potential travels up and down my spine. A laser shoots through that church, landing in my heartstrings.
Stage 2: the Spark of attraction.
The Spark is contained, but it glows hot between us. The attraction is definatly there.
Stage 3: Playing a game I don’t understand.
I see a possibility of an “Us”. We truly can evolve into awesome earth shaking sex. Or do we not? I’d say you were playing games, I didn’t guard my own hand of cards.
Every look or conversation between us becomes loaded, overloaded with meaning. The Smoke burns the eyes, it clouds the brain, and what we see and think no longer matters. My crush on you now becomes painfull, and the inevitable happens: Stage 4
Stage 4: a long, slow, sensual, agonizing Burn.
We’ve known each other for a while now, and I have loved you from the moment you smiled at me that first time. I had it all planned out…… I was gonna win you over! Not even considering the possibility that you didn’t want me.
Stage 5: the heartbreak and the fire of freedom.
This is the first time I’ve done this, and I am so stupid: I expected you to take me, plant your lips onto mine, and ravage me. But instead, the moment your answer to my questions came, the colour of us having steamy sex drains out of my brain. My heart still on fire with longing, my feelings for you on fire ………. Fire will in the end be the ultimate release.
The Crush has been called out, like a witch in Salem, and now it must flame, flame, flame. Some crushes just aren’t meant to be banged out, and that’s okay …. At least it will be okay!
You will forever be my favourite “What if?”