Are You....

I walk with my head high, my hips leading my strut, while my shoulders are back, and one foot crosses in front of the other. A hair flip, a smile and wink at a staring male passerby; yes it feels good to have confidence...with my guy friends, I'm a little more relaxed, jokes excaping, acting stupid, and not really caring at all what their reactions are, as long as we're all having fun...
Then, I met you..I saw your eyes and choked. I tried to strut my stuff but tripped.. Your eyes, stance, look..everything.. so surreal Then I met your mind, late at night convo's, never stopping, minda meeting, the music constantly filling my ears.. I met you in person again.. feeling soo, vulnerable, not saying anything b/c of your possible reaction..i can't sleep anymore, i drive with swirves with you there, and i cook with carelessness... i try to be insightful, sexy, and easy-going; what you want, and all the things I want to be. But try as I may, sitting next to you, my shoudlers are hunched, wishing your arm was around me. Every inch I move my elbow towards your, feels like a mile... something I would do so naturally with a friend or even someone i may have liked. but you, you're different, with that air about you that sends a chill up and down my spine. I would've had everything out and maybe have ended it before anything happened..but i feel like you're worth the wait..I can wait..can you?