Swoon

Swoon
(n) "a state of hysterical rapture or ecstasy"
(v) "to rush, overrun, to overcome".

Seeing him for the first time, the only apt descriptive she could find for the thoughts swirling around inside her mind, was "swoon". His bearing and attractiveness were a pleasant surprise to which previously received photographs had not given depth. Upon his approach, she smiled shyly and with relief; to be honest with herself, she had been unsure that she would be compelled by him. His stance was confident, as he paused a few paces away, seemingly working toward the same conclusion.

Later in the evening, as food lay untouched-- wine was easier to digest-- she realized that she had lost track of his words; they bounced off of her unheard as she gazed at his stature, his hands, his smile. She wondered at her inability to eat, at her nervous shifting in a comfortable seat, and found her heart pounding an hour later, still. She saw herself from his perspective, realizing she had been engaged in all the motions, from a proximetric analytic viewpoint, of a woman definitely engaged and intensely interested in a man: cocking her head to one side, playing with her hair, even biting her lip. With a silent, internal, unshared laugh at herself, she stopped that silliness. And then found herself flipping her hair and shifting in her seat once again, within five minutes.

The blood quickened to her cheeks multiple times. On one occasion, (or all of them) he noticed, commenting, "Your cheeks have become rosy and glowing; brighter than a red moon." She was taken aback by this poetic gift. His words were beautiful vines wrapped around her and felt her heart become entangled. She knew then, that she was entrapped as he spoke of his family, his desires, his history, his longings, his experience in life. Appreciation grew beyond containment when he began to speak of an internal awareness that led to introspection and evolution. Again, those feelings of a quickening excitement, thrill, and nervousness rose to her awareness. Of the food that had been placed before her an hour past, she could not take more than two bites: a mind and heart in the keen grasp of recognition of another who craved insight into their own behaviors and motivations, analyzing them for improvement and self-awareness, diminishes the physical body's necessity for food. In this anorectic state, she knew she had discovered a rare jewel of a man, and she wanted to win this jewel and claim it as her own.

Under Your Spell
by Desire

"I don't eat
I don't sleep
I do nothing but think of you
I don't eat
I don't sleep
I do nothing but think of you
You keep me under your spell
You keep me under your spell
​You keep me under your spell

Hey!
Yeah?
I was wondering
Do you know the difference between love and obsession?
No.
And what's the difference between obsession and desire?
I don't know.
Do you think this feeling can last forever?
You mean like forever ever? forever ever? forever ever? forever ever? Sure.
God, I hope so.
Me too.

I don't eat
I don't sleep
I do nothing but think of you
I don't eat
I don't sleep
I do nothing but think of you
You keep me under your spell
You keep me under your spell
​You keep me under your spell"

I am overcome.