I Have a Crush On Someone I Shouldn't

I want him.... I know I shouldn't but I can't help it.
I don't know why but he intrigues me so. I am a serial crusher but there is something about him leaves me in awe. I look forward to those couple of minutes each week that I get to be near him. I know that he likes me. I can tell by how differently he talks and behaves towards others. His voice changes and is so shaky. His body shakes, not a lot but enough. I can see it but I don't let on. I watch him out the corner of my eye as he looks me up and down, but he never says anything. Just looks away whenever I look his way. I always wonder if he likes what he sees, I sure hope so. I can't be upset, I do the same to him when I can. That brown wavy hair, that lovely little beard. I just want to run my hands through it and pull it. Those big blue innocent eyes and that goofy shy smile. It never leaves his face whenever we talk. I don't ever want to watch it fade. I wish I could look at it every day. I love his body. I can't see much because of his uniform but I know it is magnificent. I love his shoulders and how his shoulders leads towards a narrow waist and a nice bottom. I often wonder how it would feel to rub on it and his back as his body moves slowly and deliciously against my own. He always looks so bored standing there, waiting for customers. I love how his eyes light up when he sees me, then he quickly looks away. Shy. He doesn't realize that it excites me, He looks so boyishly handsome, so sweet, and so....corruptible. I ask him to help me find things just so I can he will come closer to help me out. His body that much closer to me. I love our small talk about anything I can think up. He seems to like the ridiculous banter as much as I do. I don't think many people take time to get to know him, only to figure out what product to buy. I don't ever want to leave. I wish he knew that he was the only reason I return to the store but I'm sure he knows. I want to talk to him more. I want to ask to go see a movie with me. I want to ask him to have dinner with me. Anything! I just want to know him. I just want to touch him. I want to smell him. I want to taste him. I just know that I could have him like putty in my hands if I wanted, but somehow I love his little cat and mouse game. I will just have to be satisfied with the few moments of his time that I have. I won't let him know I feel but something tells me he knows. As I reach for my receipt from his shaky hand I always smile. Sometimes I will "accidentally" touch his hand. It's the only touch from him I will ever know... I have a man to get home to.