When you cup her face in your hands and she looks at you dreamily through half-lidded eyes… When her rapid, shallow breaths have taken on a sweet tinge and her half-parted lips are dry because she forgets to wet them… When there are red embers of understanding reflecting in her eyes but the fire is burning in her body and in her heart… When she surrenders so deeply that you know in your mind and your soul that she will do anything, anything, for you… And all you want right then and there, is to kiss her.
A gentleman says: May I meet you? May I come? May I help you?
A good man says: I’ll meet you. I’ll come. I’ll help you.
