timid at first, playful.
His eyes held a merriment,
his laughter concealed a deeper emotion.
Fleeting moments of stolen glances,
subtle traces of a finger on bare skin.
evolved from an innocent beginning,
holding an unspoken desire.
His eyes burned into hers.
Currents of electricity,
Lips graze, sparks fly,
accepting a shared yearning.
Moments of complete breathlessness,
hearts skipping a beat,
sustaining warmth in memories,
torn between desire and reality.
The Gods of fate dealt the cards,
river pushing against the tides.
pulled apart by the current,
sailing around the world,
hoping the movement of the ocean
will make them collide once again.
Is it getting warm in here?
Haha….well, I know how much you love to sweat. 😉
Thank you. xxxx