He follows me
every whisper spoken
each word that has fallen unto this white paper he reads
and like the bread crumbs on the ground
I have placed them there purposefully
He is craving, a desire that upon sight my temperature rises
my breathing becomes heavy
and my mind can no longer focus
I am drawn into him
I am now smitten
filled with the possibilities
and yet ...
fearful of opening a door long since shut
