I want a man to kiss me.
I want him to linger in my gaze, run his fingers through my hair.
I want to feel the excitement of not being the one to make the first move.
I want to smell his cologne and beer on his breath,
I want to feel his hands pull me close and the electricity run through my bones.
I want the rush.
I want to want more – and give in.
I want to forget where I am.
I want to forget if people are around.
I want a man to make the world melt away.
I know this man exist. This man is looking for me.
If you know him – tell him where I am.