Look but don’t touch,
listen but don’t speak,
shall you engage is such game of wit?
She smiled as her gaze revealed all to him,
a smile that spoke of mischief and passion.
As her tongue glided over ruby plumb lips,
engaging the man’s imagination.
Eyes that sparkled with hint of desirable hunger,
he mirrored her gaze as the reflection of his eyes spoke to his insatiable lust.
A simple touch of his thumb over her palm,
conveyed his want of her attention to be on him.
She blushed in it betraying her coy indifference,
to be anything less than enraptured with his presence.
The biting of her teeth upon her lips while her fingers twisted a strand of her hair,
the meaning was not lost in his observations.
The man’s shifting of his legs indicated the intended effect had occurred,
the knowledge of such leading,
to both smiling as their own laughter echoed.
Giving away that both enjoyed such tension,
as she removed her scarf, exposing a hint of cleavage.
The significance of such play was keenly noted by him,
the wrapping of it around his neck,
as her fingernails grazed over his neck, causing his skin to break out in a cold sweat.
She gave him a deep pertaining gaze over his body,
a play to take things further as meaning was clear it said “come, follow me”.
Gracefully she weaved through the crowds
into a darkened corner,
his response was immediate as the man rose following her closely.
His arousal increasing with every footstep,
they exchanged looks that spoke of lust and desire.
With their lips hovering close to the other’s,
yet neither made effort to join them as one,
rather a small gesture as each placed a soft searing kiss upon the other’s wrist.
Eyes locked on the other’s,
needing to drown the other’s in their depths.
Soul’s become inflamed with desire,
hearts beat rapidly indicating their bodies,
readiness to explore,
what secrets the other’s holds.
Shallow breaths as fingers quiver,
in desperation to grasp the other’s flesh.
A duet of feverish need,
as long-suppressed cravings take hold.
Begging imminent attention and satisfaction,
for nothing is sacred in the battle to win.
Yet the loss would only be in the other, becoming distant and cold.
So in these divine moments,
everything is given in generous abundance.
Where it ends is a mystery,
only lovers can reveal.
