Your eyes undress the moment—
slow, certain, like you’ve already won.
You lean in close,
and the space between us forgets how to behave.

Your voice is velvet sin,
your laugh? A dare wrapped in honey.
I should walk away,
but your name tastes better on my lips than reason ever could.

So say it again—
the way you look at me
like you're already unbuttoning my thoughts.