I admire but truthfully desire to slowly creep beside her.
The scent of her perfume is intoxicating as I'm patiently waiting for her invite for that perfect moment just to be right.
I need a notion that she's ready, can't be to anxious; so I keep my excitement slow and steady.
In her eyes I can see that she's confused, not sure if she's ready to make a move; thinking it would be wrong, she doesn't know what to do.
I summon up the courage to go head first, rejection is the only other answer; I mean what can be worst.
I lean in as her eyes begin to look down, ...