Moisture hangs hooked on the air Eyes un-meeting, un-watching, stare with baited velvet And the moment holds wary and wanton.
suspended
Paused
Filled
Waiting
The only sound the whisper of breath close enough to steal The only feeling Unbearable, beautiful, warmth Fiction real Skin drenched in the promise of sweat Pupils wide enough to teach The only part of their body that can reach that peak of longing