​NOT A DAMN THING I COULD DO ABOUT IT

I fell for you in one wicked momenAnd there was not a damn thing I could do about it.
What happened when I moved carefully past you
To my seat
And my legs brushed up against your knees
And I was sure in that moment
Everything that had happened in my life
In the universe
Before that night
Was just me
Moving towards that rendezvous with you.
Just a brush against you
A quick glance at your eyes
Then less than subtly
Down to your mouth
On to your hands…
Your hands
And then there went all my plans
To ever want again
Anyone but you.
And I caught myself
Tempted to stare
Relishing the charge in my skin
The charge in the air...
Where had I been till then
Did it matter?
Did I care?
I had to drag my gaze away
Right then
Before I did
Something slightly insane
Impulsive and utterly inappropriate
In a crowded plane.
And I couldn’t help
But smile to myself
To see
The way
My mind it wanders
The wicked things it ponders…
Who was this one
Suddenly so close to me
Making me want
So recklessly

And I glanced
At the window
And
I took my seat.
Waited quietly to see if you'd speak to me.
But that was it
Right then
I was all the way in
All the way fucking in
And there was not a damn thing I could do about it.