Curious

You don't even flirt with me.
I don't think you know how.

You have a sweet innocence about you.
No sexual innuendo.
Dissimilar to to every man I've ever crossed paths with.

It's like you haven't learned to speak that language yet.
The language of sensuality;
of carnal pleasure;
of rapture.

A way to connect in the most primal of ways...
you seem to have no idea how.

You must be a virgin.

How tempting.