Call It Magic

Call it magic.
The way things fold whenever I start something with a new guy. Whether it a relationship or just a fling.

The waiting.
The feeling of delicious anticipation. Butterflies in my stomach. Making no assumption that he's already into me.

The rush.
The thrilling blood coursing through my veins, willing him to kiss me. To violate me.

The willing.
I believe in the power of will. I believe in my power of attraction. I believe in my willpower to attract the guys I want.

Call it magic.
Call it magic whenever I have my first kiss with a new guy. Yes, butterflies, thrills, attraction, magic.

Call it magic.
Call it magic when my power shot through them and have their defense crumbles. 
Call it magic when I get connected to a new guy and we fly together. Fly until the magic wears off and someone else catch my attention.
 
Pure magic. 

*album of the moment: Ghost Stories - Coldplay*