I Think I Feel You

I dream. Yes, we all dream. But when it feels like you look at me, are you really? Or do I just imagine it?

I think I dream of your touch,
your soft, gentle caresses;
wheat-colored hands,
on milk-chocolate skin.
I think I dream of your voice,
whispering
love notes, and
calling me names
that only I could dare to fathom.
I think I dream of your smile,
creased at the ends,
your smirk;
happiness,
so unlike my own.

but then...

I think I feel
your eyes.
Your deep,
leather-brown eyes
flutter over me.
I think I feel them,
stealing glances
towards me.
I think I feel them
hide, retreat to another
corner,
whenever my own,
darker than yours,
happen to escape their hold,
and try to take you in.

I may not know you,
But I think I love you.

Author's Note

Yes. I know. I'm hopeless. Back to where we were two years ago, no? Gah. Anyone have some brainwash? =_=

Reviews

[Practically Enchanted]

I liked it. You have a simplicity that is refreshing and if it inspired you to write it then you must have still had something to say so I am not sure about two years ago but I thought it was sweet. I know a sucky word sweet right? But sometimes its the truth and it seemed fitting. Sometimes sweet is good!

[Vannah]

Nope. Sorry. No brainwash in my medicine cabniet or else I have used already, no? I'm just as bad as you are right now. trust me. lol
It's good. Change a few words around and a few sentences and BAM! you have my typical day. lol