Let's get in touch?

Just as the tick tock hit nine

You walked in like a glass of red wine

I could have sworn it was a sign

That night was meant to be mine.

Strides of strength, tall and lean

The most mysterious eyes I’d ever seen

Gushing and blushing like a silly teen

In that lifeless land, you were my green.

You helped yourself to the finest whisky

I wondered if that was my cue to get frisky

Was my night about to get a little risky

Or would it just be uneventful and low key.

But I was well out of touch

And you were well out of reach

So I gave up, before I could breach

But breach I wanted to, oh so much

Dear lover-to-be, let’s get in touch?