Obsessive, repulsive

Close quarter proximity with intense eye contact builds anticipation for meaningful conversation. Your pulse quickens with every syllable uttered. Her scent is driving your hormones into overload and it's becoming harder, much too hard to focus. You attempt to play it cool, though your nerves are rattled, concerned that you don't make a fool of yourself. While listening intently to her words, the bestial mind tends to drift into thoughts of lust, barring the use of reason.

     Her smile is as enchanting as her eyes are alluring, calling out to every fiber of your being. You want her intensely with a caveman swing of a club type of mentality. Her hair curls dangle the high cheek bones curving her face, as the deep ridges of her dimples flash with each smirk. Your eyes drank in every moment knowing that it is formulating a permanent memory to be burned into your conscious. You will have total recall of each detail for years to come. Her dark skin, free of blemishes is smooth as velvet inviting you to imagine its touch, it's taste. You desperately want to gauge its warmth with an intimate embrace. Every passing second is an agony as your imagination weaves a spell of tantalizing fantasy, one in which you will never recover from. She sits there, across from you, but at a neighboring table. Her date's back is to you and he commands all of her attention as you peer over his shoulder obsessing. If only you could will her to return your eye contact, surely she'd feel an attraction that captures her imagination as much as she has stolen yours.  You grip the fork in your hand tighter clasping the steel with envious intent. This Nigerian accent of hers has unknowingly serenaded the disturbed demented spirit that lies within you. Deep down, you realize that you are about to stalk the object of your affection who is totally oblivious to your existence.