I wouldn't know what to say if you walked up to me right now, with your lips carved into a smile and your eyes flashing like knives. You'd steal the words out of my mouth with a kiss, rooting them out with your tongue. And then you'd make me forget who I was, tempting my essence out of my body by raking red lines along my skin.
But this is taking all the mystery out of the situation. Who could you be to me if you already knew everything that I could give upon the first meeting? What could you be to me when your name is as elusive as your gentle caress?