There is something in you

The little things I notice.

There is something in the way you hold yourself up and walk and shrug your legs as we get to play another game. There is something on your broad shoulders and your arms that seem strong enough to carry me and hold me tight. I cannot classify you along with the other men who seem to have been born under rainbows and sprinkled with very good looks by the fairy godmothers, but you are quite attractive in your own way. I like the way you stand and play and run out of breath as the game endures. I like what I see in you — the eyes burning with passion as you pull out all your energy in doing something. The energy seems to be so delicious in any form, and I think I got a whiff of it. I got a whiff of it and I knew that something inside me instantly clicked without any warning. I suddenly found myself in a great rush of ineffable, tantalizing feelings as I keep on recounting the moments I saw when I took a quick glance at you. I’m flowing along the rush so fast and I cannot find a rope to hold on to and pause. I can’t seem to stop and I’m halfway glad about it.