Always meeting women like they’re some source of oxygen.
Some carbon fuel to bring my cold-deceased heart to life again.
Revive me, miss.
Run your fingers through that long, dark hair and I’ll keep watching.
Playing with the straw from and iced coffee, thinking of how they could be my fingers instead.
Could I be so lucky?
To touch you?
It’s up to you.
You make all those decisions.
I’ll trust you and with my luck, might end up falling in love with you tonight.