Us girls all know this feeling  --  whether or not we succumb is another matter. 

I Feel A Sin Coming On

Uh Oh, there's a sure 'nough heartbreak

Flaunting cowboy custom like a charm

Tipping his hat in invitation

As I haplessly glance toward him.

Fight it!  Who needs the bother

I tweak hair around my face

Like a blinder to my wayfaring eyes.

My pulse pounds to the jingle of his spurs.

Stay cool!  He's walking toward me

With that gait of coyote grace

I feign disinterest as my talisman,

Twitchy in my armor of Wranglers and boots. 

Uh Oh! The padlock's not clasped yet

On my strongbox of emotion

As he bends like tall grass toward me,

And holds out his hand in a plea.

Too late!  He sees fascination

These eyes!  They're my undoing!

Sensation buzzes like a powerline,

As I take his arm and rise to greet him.

I feel a sin coming on.

Cowgirl poet