Her lips lingering millimeters from yours,
Aching to close the gap.
Her breath tickling your chin so timidly,
Waiting to be snatched away.
Her eyes burning, dilated, seeing more of you
Than you willingly expose.
Tension.

You pull her in, pull her close, hold her there.
Every inch of you is touching,
Tingling.
Anticipating.

And so together you understand that love
Is a true possibility.
If not for now, not for this her and him,
Then for later, another.
Aware.