This poem is dedicated to you, Gretchen, as the title's essentially yours.
Remember that semi-challenge from a while back?

attraction obsession
he's sitting right there
i can feel him not looking
but i taste his sweet skin
hear his breath coming soft
it's all perfect - the details
but only in my
mind
and i know it
but why should it matter
it's still real to me
so who cares what you think
my conscious is mute now and
he'll never notice my
attraction obsession

All right, love, it's your turn to take the title to heart-let's see what
you come up with!