Simple Infatuation

The casual hair toss,
The playful look over the shoulder,
The bold leveling of the eyes,
The laughter that comes so easily and so effervescently,
The hesitation and the total lack of hesitation;
This is what I have become infatuated with...
Never knowing what lies beneath.
The sparkling, cheerful look that is at once dark and demanding,
The quirk of the lips that spells danger,
She intoxicates me with a breath,
Confuses me with a gesture,
And entices me with a look,
I am infatuated.

poem by Poet Dragon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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