Without turning I know you're there.
I feel you.
Your stare burns into my soul.
I turn to you.
A crowded room -- but not us.
All sound fades -- movement stops.
It's not possible -- we can't be.
But we look into each other's souls and know.
I know you.
You know me.
A secret dance, OUR secret dance.
Do you feel it too?
Is it just in my mind? I don't think so, no.
Your eyes linger too long ---- hot breath on my skin.
I yearn for you.
We're awkward together sometimes -- trying to deny
But we're like magnets -- inevitable.
He has no idea.
You can hear my thoughts, finish my words
Our minds lock and move together
Only we can see.
What do we do?
When will it happen?
It will happen.
What then? Oh, delicious.
You touch me -- my flesh cries for more. It yields to you like no other.
Dancing without touching -- we never cross the line.
We don't hide it --
But that hides it more.
Too late.
Sadly, too late.
So I close my eyes and wait for another encounter with my soul.
