Sir,
Given how you make me blush from the distance, by doing basically nothing, I cannot picture what it'd be like when we first meet. Or can I?
Man, probably one glance, one smirk — and I'll be done for. Get weak af in the knees, look at you with puppy eyes. Just nod yes to whatever you say.
Your voice is so f'ing hot, it'd ignite a grand fire to hear it with your lips next to my ear. To hear your breathing. To feel the heat radiate from your skin. I'm so f'ing ready man.
Where there's a spark, there's a risk of fire. In case of emergency, should I start leaning a bit too close to you, your face, your lips: grab my hair and pull my head back a little — to get a better look at my face — then just grab the back of my neck and kiss me already.
Better safe than sorry.
Yours, af.