You sing to me those beautiful words "I just wanna make love to you". OK, they might not be the most beautiful or romantic words on the planet, but they may be the sexiest.
You look at me in the eye, stroking your guitar as if it was my body; which such tenderness and passion that people don't know what's happening but they start to feel uncomfortable. They don't know why, they just find themselves not knowing what to do with their hands.
After a minute or two, it becomes unbearable for them. They start to leave. It's freezing outside, but they still want to go and have a smoke. Or "get fresh air".
It's so weird. It's only me in the public and the musicians on the stage. And they want to leave, but they can't. I can't stop smiling like an idiot looking at you and they just look at the nearest wall.
That night you whispered in my ear "let's make love" and I did not say no.
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