Seated, flipping through stories
Some cause a grin, but you're not pulled into any
A yawn, a stretch, and your eyes meet mine
The curving of your lips; butterflies inside me, so many

Sinful grin. Dark eyes.
A hungry soul, you know why
A beckon in pantomime, and I follow command
This moment. Such a high!

Magnetic gaze. Distances distanced.
Arms around close the bait
Pursed lips, not a word spoken
But love begins to communicate

Emotions rise, a tear falls
A thumb to the cheek, foreheads meet
A kiss on the temple, the warmest hug
A moment, forever. Could anything be this sweet?