This man exist.

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.

The tingle.

The heat.

The passion.

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.