Obsessed I want us to bump into each other and feel the skin touch skin, having goosebumps rubbing in a delightful tickle. Your voice is wealth, flowing and precious. The laughter, even better, purer than melted ice and an infant's thoughts. The eyes are actually doors to the soul and yours are shielded with greens and blue. Their true colors only seen on some days. Your body, a head shorter than mine, is the contrast of my skinny bones and unconditioned muscles. Your body is full and adorned with confidence. I want my body to be caressed by your arms, stroked with fingertips with you whispering sweet nothings in my ear until I believe they are something. Lay your head on my weak shoulder and feel comfortable while I count the hairs on your head. Let me memorize where your roots begin and where the tips end through my slender fingers. Let me be obsessed with you. -- A/N: About a girl who I became friends with (through a friend) this year. I really like her, but I don't know about her preference.