Eye contact. A nervous fidgit. Fiddle with your hair, a sign, a gimmick. Trick me . Your reflection in the glass every once in a while is all I can muster. You’re fierce. I want to swap some pheromones. Take a sample to see if our souls can intertwine. Hold up! Maybe she isn’t phasing with where your trying to engage in. Just perk-a-late let those insecurities go. Strip off the ego leave it all over the floor. Lets infatuate. I don’t deal in lust anymore. But when I see you I feel to disintegrate. Thus I must close my eyes and meditate. Tunes up, vision gone, I try to alleviate. Passion unintended. Chemistry unmistakable. A reflection in your radiance. I’d like to try. I think Im capable. All those moments I’d of caught it if you had glanced back.
