She's beautiful. The way her hair flutters in the man made wind in the studio. The way the back light of the three point lighting bounced off her skin making it looked like she was glowing. She's an angel.

The way she touched my cap at the photoshoot. When she placed an arm on my shoulder. when the photographer asked me to grab her thighs as she stood between my legs as I sat on that crate. N she giggled. Giggled. Sheer music to my ears. It drove me crazy. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't breathe.

Her voice. Her sultry husky voice. she's speaking to me, yet I'm just staring at her right now. I can't help my self. Her presence draws me. It captivates me. I'm hypnotised. Yet again...

Will she ever see me as a man? I wondered to myself. Not the bespectacled, softspoken, "nice-guy-next-door-looking", least gangsta rapper who is awkward on stage. not just her 7 year older oppa from the same company. But as the 29 yr old man that i am, with desire, with love and affection to offer .

Heck. I can't even keep eye contact with her, for fear i'd lose my soul in those eyes. I have no right to even think about her. Moreover to yearn for her the way i do. But every time she looks at me with those eyes, I am drowned in bliss. Baby girl, what r u doing to me?

I wonder, once this promotion is over, will she still call me? Will she even look at me with the same eyes? Will she remember those seemingly insignificant moments we shared?

Baby girl, I've dated a few girls in e past. N none of them saw thru the awkwardness that's almost all of me. None of them understood this bespectacled man beneath the rap, rhythm and rhyme. but baby girl, none of them are even half as beautiful as u. N they never made my heart beat the way u do.

And all I can do now is sigh. Coz these words, n these feelings seems like they should remain unspoken. For she deserves so much more than I can ever give.