Attraction: A Poem from both House's and Cuddy's POV
ATTRACTION
When she challenges me, she sends a fire through my soul. She's smart and sarcastic which appeals to my senses. She is as addicting as my Vicodin and scotch and just as comforting.
He frustrates me and thrills me all at once. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, I am hypnotized by what's behind them. His mind is as complex as his personality and just as exhilarating as a roller coaster ride.
Parts of her are pleasing to me as I can't help but be fixated upon them. Yet, there are other aspects to her which still remain a mystery and just as tempting to uncover like the puzzles which I solve.
My skills in medicine are not what they once were. Thus, I live vicariously through him as I am just as captivated by the puzzle as I am by him. He has secretly become my teacher and I am his student.
She plays hard to get making me want her even more. The memory of our one night together remains etched in my mind like a tattoo and is just as difficult to remove like the case I cannot solve.
He's stubborn like a mule and as cunning as a tiger. He likes playing games with me and outwits me every time. Yet, I hold all the cards in his desire for me as I dangle myself in front of him like a rare, exotic disease.
When I fantasize about her, it's not just her body that seduces me but her mind. She only reveals so much to me and I want to strip her bare of mind and body. But she is in control of this game and I hate losing.
I reach out to him when he is alone and in pain. I protect him like a mother, but I ache to be his lover. I want to wrap my arms around him and keep him warm like a blanket, since he lives in his own cold world.
A day without her is like a day without my pills. I'm in pain, my senses escape me and weakness overcomes me. Her faith in me restores my confidence and strengthens the very essence of my being.
A day without him is like a dark, cloudy day...colorless and boring, damp and cold. Having him around is like admiring and dissecting a fine piece of contemporary art. It may not have a distinct form, but it has many colors, many layers, is innovative and you discover something new and different each time.
She is needy and miserable like I am. Though she's in denial, she cannot hide from her reality. I must admit that it's comforting to know that I am not alone.
His obsessively observant nature rattles my bones as I feel he can see right down to my core. Yet, I keep my heart carefully concealed so as not to reveal that it beats for him.
Using medicine as an excuse, I find a way to converse with her as her voice soothes my restless spirit. When my emotions for her take hold, I speak to her in darkness to conceal the longing in my face for her as her beauty and heart are intoxicating. Of course knowing what she's wearing helps enhance my dreams during nights of restlessness.
His passion for his patients and his relentless nature to refuse to succumb to the temptation of failure make him all the more appealing to me.
She lets emotions cloud her judgment which is both a blessing and a curse for without them I wouldn't be where I am today. She fosters my creativity and is tolerant of my being. As restless and as difficult as I may be to her, I owe her my life and would protect her from the most insane decisions I make.
For as much as he resists my authority, I know he'll be right in the end as he always is. It is his eccentricity which makes me curious regarding his next course of action to the point where it makes me wonder if I've lost my mind. Yet, I wouldn't have it any other way.
For as many risks as I take, she takes the greatest one by trusting and believing in me. She's sacrificed so much for me leaving me perplexed and intrigued as to why. She is an enigma and an inspiration, though I'd never admit that to her, since that would be admitting defeat.
He's narcissistic and rude, childish and demented, irrational and stubborn. Yet, he is candid, outspoken, and the only one I'd trust with my secrets and my life. Oh, how I long for him to speak the words which would allow me into his private world. It is then when I can seek sanctuary in his arms for real and not in my dreams as he remains my attraction.
She is emotional and impossible, naive and nagging; but she's sexy, sassy, and understands me better than anyone. Thanks to her, I know I'll never be alone and there will always be someone there who believes in my abilities and not just luck. For as confident as I am, I am a coward when it comes to telling her how I feel. I am fearful of crossing that line thanks to the hurt which fell upon me in the past. I don't want to break her heart as I know it's fragile. But mostly I don't want to lose her in my life period. Until courage takes hold of me, I'll keep her close allowing her to remain my fantasy and my attraction.
When she challenges me, she sends a fire through my soul. She's smart and sarcastic which appeals to my senses. She is as addicting as my Vicodin and scotch and just as comforting.
He frustrates me and thrills me all at once. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, I am hypnotized by what's behind them. His mind is as complex as his personality and just as exhilarating as a roller coaster ride.
Parts of her are pleasing to me as I can't help but be fixated upon them. Yet, there are other aspects to her which still remain a mystery and just as tempting to uncover like the puzzles which I solve.
My skills in medicine are not what they once were. Thus, I live vicariously through him as I am just as captivated by the puzzle as I am by him. He has secretly become my teacher and I am his student.
She plays hard to get making me want her even more. The memory of our one night together remains etched in my mind like a tattoo and is just as difficult to remove like the case I cannot solve.
He's stubborn like a mule and as cunning as a tiger. He likes playing games with me and outwits me every time. Yet, I hold all the cards in his desire for me as I dangle myself in front of him like a rare, exotic disease.
When I fantasize about her, it's not just her body that seduces me but her mind. She only reveals so much to me and I want to strip her bare of mind and body. But she is in control of this game and I hate losing.
I reach out to him when he is alone and in pain. I protect him like a mother, but I ache to be his lover. I want to wrap my arms around him and keep him warm like a blanket, since he lives in his own cold world.
A day without her is like a day without my pills. I'm in pain, my senses escape me and weakness overcomes me. Her faith in me restores my confidence and strengthens the very essence of my being.
A day without him is like a dark, cloudy day...colorless and boring, damp and cold. Having him around is like admiring and dissecting a fine piece of contemporary art. It may not have a distinct form, but it has many colors, many layers, is innovative and you discover something new and different each time.
She is needy and miserable like I am. Though she's in denial, she cannot hide from her reality. I must admit that it's comforting to know that I am not alone.
His obsessively observant nature rattles my bones as I feel he can see right down to my core. Yet, I keep my heart carefully concealed so as not to reveal that it beats for him.
Using medicine as an excuse, I find a way to converse with her as her voice soothes my restless spirit. When my emotions for her take hold, I speak to her in darkness to conceal the longing in my face for her as her beauty and heart are intoxicating. Of course knowing what she's wearing helps enhance my dreams during nights of restlessness.
His passion for his patients and his relentless nature to refuse to succumb to the temptation of failure make him all the more appealing to me.
She lets emotions cloud her judgment which is both a blessing and a curse for without them I wouldn't be where I am today. She fosters my creativity and is tolerant of my being. As restless and as difficult as I may be to her, I owe her my life and would protect her from the most insane decisions I make.
For as much as he resists my authority, I know he'll be right in the end as he always is. It is his eccentricity which makes me curious regarding his next course of action to the point where it makes me wonder if I've lost my mind. Yet, I wouldn't have it any other way.
For as many risks as I take, she takes the greatest one by trusting and believing in me. She's sacrificed so much for me leaving me perplexed and intrigued as to why. She is an enigma and an inspiration, though I'd never admit that to her, since that would be admitting defeat.
He's narcissistic and rude, childish and demented, irrational and stubborn. Yet, he is candid, outspoken, and the only one I'd trust with my secrets and my life. Oh, how I long for him to speak the words which would allow me into his private world. It is then when I can seek sanctuary in his arms for real and not in my dreams as he remains my attraction.
She is emotional and impossible, naive and nagging; but she's sexy, sassy, and understands me better than anyone. Thanks to her, I know I'll never be alone and there will always be someone there who believes in my abilities and not just luck. For as confident as I am, I am a coward when it comes to telling her how I feel. I am fearful of crossing that line thanks to the hurt which fell upon me in the past. I don't want to break her heart as I know it's fragile. But mostly I don't want to lose her in my life period. Until courage takes hold of me, I'll keep her close allowing her to remain my fantasy and my attraction.