I Want You to Want Me

I want you to notice me across a crowded room.

See my smile.

Hear my laugh.

Feel my energy and light.

I want you to watch

as my actions express my kindness,

my words show my spirit,

and my eyes…

My eyes lock with yours.

They take away your breath.

You step forward.

Not normally impulsive,

but my eyes.

You want—no, need to see them again.

See that light burning in my soul that you got a mere second to witness.

No. Not just see.

You need to dive deeper.

Feel.

Know.

Own me more fully than anyone has before.

You need to bathe in the power that is me.

Blush rises in my cheeks as I lean into another man's touch.

His sweet whispers in my ear. Lips brushing my neck.

I want this to enrage you.

Someone unworthy to even exist in the vicinity of my light

Touching me.

Holding me.

Claiming me.

Me that should be in no man's arms, but yours.

In that moment, I want something

to burn deep and dark and primal inside you.

A knowing.

A desire.

A wanting.

I want you to decide I'm yours and

you’re not going to stop chasing

until every thought, pulse, and heartbeat belongs to you.

Blush still high in my cheeks.

Still acutely aware of your attention.

The other man’s hand around my waist.

You grin.

He’s not a threat.

No one’s really a threat to getting what you want.

And you want me.

Decided, you cross the room.

Never letting me drop my gaze from yours.

I shift, uncertain in the man's hold.

I watch you approach.

Your smile doesn’t falter.

He is temporary.

You stop in front of me.

I swallow.

Excited.

Tentative.

Your grin just widens, knowing what I feel.

“Hello,” you say, smoothly taking my hand. “I believe it was time we meet.”

My heart hammers. I eek out a small, “yes.”

Every part of me on fire.

Every part of me alive in a way it’s never been before.

Every part of me not wanting you to stop.