I Want To. . .

[Absinthe]

Wrote this last night, after returning home from another date with a girl I could easily see myself falling for desperately.

I want to kiss you.

I wanted to kiss you the moment you rounded the corner,
jacket and hair flowing in the bitter autumn wind
and I wondered what you would taste like
with hints of 'Chocolate Sitch' on your lips.

I wanted to kiss you as we sat, surrounded
by the musky smell of old, well-loved books,
discussing literature, and medieval families
and whatever else.

I wanted to lean across and take your face in my hands
as you sat watching psychedelic images on screen,
over-large headphones obscuring
your adorable ears.

I wanted to kiss you in celebration
of every pub trivia we managed to get right,
but instead settled for the grasp
of hands in joyous high fives.

Especially as you linger in my car
looking bright, and tired,
and beautiful,

I want to kiss you.

[Sharon]

This looks like something someone could easily add accompaniment and melody and create a hit song!

Question, you kind of quoted Chocolate Sitch, what did you mean by this?

[Absinthe]

It's the name of a specialty mocha coffee drink at a local café here in Rochester.

Thanks for the comment, Sharon. I never really thought of this lyrically before.