Little moments,
Soft and dizzy.
The touch of your arm round my shoulders.
The perfume of being close to you.
The memory of your hand on the small of my back,
Hot handprint pulling me closer.
The smug smile on full lips,
"I know you want me."
But you can't look away when I dance with her, can you?
Think of me as yours and you will fall to me.
Not so smug, darling:
I am stronger than you.