And When I Close My Eyes

You know it all too well. You watch the way I look at you from the corner of your slate blue eyes. You hold it against me when it suits you. That sly smirk that can captivate me in a matter of seconds then tear my heart to shreds. I hate to love it. The perfection that sits in the simplest things, like the arch of your eyebrow. The fullness of your soft, kissable lips. You make me blush at the most inappropriate times. You love it. So flirtatious. So delicious. So devious. I love it. The control you have over yourself amazes me everyday and draws me in more than I can handle. You feel me watching you read. You gaze up at me like you're unsuspecting and I can't help but stare as the corners of your mouth up-turn. The heat fills my face and I force my eyes back to my booklet. It's too late. You caught me. Caught me staring to memorize the lines of your face. And when I close my eyes, I still can see your smile.