Form of Distraction

I have watched him for as long as I can
remember.
Digesting the feeling of his lips
slowly embracing mine.
The colours of his eyes flourishing in the sunlight.
The silky smooth touch of his honey melted texture.
The words that he expresses
makes me feel wanted.
Caressing him to the vibes that I provide.
Keeping him stimulated throughout my world.
Making him oblivious to everything else
around him.
Wanting him all to myself
without any form of distraction.
Seducing him is my form of
Southern Comfort.