Voyeuristic addiction for my crush

Seemingly you trust that all my focus of attention is shyly drawn to you. Captured and stolen glimpses that almost make you feel like laser beams for a split second, that make it almost like my heated breath is already upon the nape of your neck. Never a smile, yet never a frown, yet a nervous and courteous upturn of your pursed lips. Nervously glancing away, only to be drawn back like an addict that is fiending for one more fix, knowing that if the eyes meet for any period of time more than what a soul can handle, we know we are doomed to overdose into one furious lust that will not let go. Dare we become junkies that need to get that fix, the touch, the penetration, the climaxes of euphoria into subspace that just wont quit. quivering pulses, throbbing desire and penetrating spirits doing what we know and share.........the addiction of the thrill of getting away with it.