To quietly declare your visceral appreciation and drink hungrily with your eyes in hopes of being forever satisfied. Then to realize that frequent glances and mental snapshots are simply not enough. In those moments you realize that a part of yourself has been awakened and is by nature insatiable. You choose not to stare for she may find your growing attraction to her beauty too forward. You choose to err on the side of caution, you look away and the regret piles up around your feet like pages being ripped from books that you failed to read.