We decided to meet in a little out of the way bar. I told you to be wearing a single red rose on your lapel, so that I will know it was you.
I walk in wearing a black strapless dress that ties in the front. With each step, I take the dress parts just enough to give you a glimpse of what appears to be something red. I stop in the doorway as all the heads turn my way. I could almost hear all the guys' pants tightening against their growing hard on.
You stand and turn to me. I walk over to you in my 4-inch high fuck me boots, as you start towards me. You could hear a soft moan from all the guys as I walk. The moans turn to groans as they realized it was you who I was walking to.
You take the rose and run it up my cheek as you put it in my hair. Then you take my face in your hands and kiss me. As I feel the warmth of your tongue, I melt into you.
In the background, Daniel Bedingfield's "If You're Not The One." starts to play and we begin to sway. With each line, we become closer and closer. If you're not made for me then why does my hand fit yours? If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell that I am? If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?