Dates in Hendersonville

I want to meet a woman that can resonate with this:

I leaned in, inhaled you, my nose brushing your ear.
You whispered a soft, shaky, “Don’t…”
but it trembled like a plea.

My lips, warm, parted found the slope of your neck, kissing downward, grazing skin that reacted before your mind could form another word.
My hands slid over your shoulders, reaching the straps of your garment, ripping them off as I bite your neck.