You’re not in love
But you feel your heart pound so hard
That you wonder how he doesn’t notice the rapid pulse that thrums whenever he’s near.

You’re not in love
But suddenly his laugh tastes like the kind of champagne
That bubbles through your veins.

You’re not in love
But the sound of his voice shakes you to the core,
Leaving you breathless and undone.

You’re not in love
But you watch his hands
And resist the urge to beg him to touch you.

You’re not in love
But the look in his eyes scorch your skin
And you entertain the idea of playing with fire.

You’re not in love
But when he smiles --
God, you’d follow him anywhere.

You’re not in love
But you almost are.