Obsession...?

Thinking....non
Stop about you
Smelling you
Through miles
Of fumes
I consume
Thee
Speculating from a far
Staying up to
Par
Not missing a beat..
On the back of ur feet....
Never do i compete
But only seek...
The ways of u....
So that when its
My turn to speak
Ur attention i will have...
Something i
Won't have to grab...
Like a cheetea i creep..
I have a confession
some may think is obessison...

but i call it progression of getting to know u...