I'd like to lie down and feel the brush of her smooth leg against mine- or even stand next to her in a grocery store. Quite honestly, I don't need anything but her attention, and maybe the change of scent in the air when she breezes past me on the way to the wine cabinet.

*The muffled popping sound of the cork sliding from the neck of the bottle, the clink of the glass on the counter, the waterfall of bubbly red ricocheting off of the walls. Her face of concentration morphing into a smirk and  her flirty eyes peak at me through her bangs as she offers me the glass. Half of her hair tucked behind her ear while the other half is falling out, gliding across the back of her neck and over her face.