A Language With Its Own Flavour

It was a direct question from a woman to a man with its own pulse, the language with its own flavour.

It’s not the sort of thing people usually say on trains.

Women to men.

Not the sort of thing at all.

And that’s why it’s the sort of thing that gets a man’s pulses racing.

It was like I was saying, ‘I want to get to know you. Find out who you are. You interest me.’

– The Train of Arousal