Mistletoe

If I caught your eye across the room at a Christmas party, would you look away shyly, or meet my smile?

If later, after a drink or two, I took your arm lightly and whispered "Come with me" into your ear, would you follow me?

If, after having followed me away from the crowd, you noticed that I stopped under the mistletoe and took you in my arms, I don't have to ask - I know what you'd do. You'd feel me kissing you passionately. You'd know that kissing you is all I'd been thinking about all night, ever since I caught your eye across the room.