Breathless

Darn good looking.
Tall. Glasses. Built. Voice. Temperament.
And then he picked up the guitar
and I had to cup my hands on my mouth
to keep myself from singing his song.

Avoiding his eyes, dodging from his look,
refusing to speak -- or unable to.
Convincing myself that I will never like
such a smoking, patronizing, know-it-all kinda guy
who's a bit disrespectful and undecisive.

Cruel words.
And I had to eat them.
As his fingers strummed the acoustics
and as he says an oh-so gentle,
oh-so soft "Welcome"
on my generic and attempting "Thank you".

Seems like we will never have a normal conversation after all.
Not when I'm this magnetized that I had to stay away.