The gentle breeze carrying his cologne
pulls the pounding heart to the throat.
It grips the attention and devours.
With eyes like razors gazing straight
through to the soul, no boundaries remain;
He slithers past weakened defenses.
Fingertips caressing the nape of the neck
he sends soft shivers along the spine.
Voluptuous lips whisper sweet nothings;
Bodies pull closer to brace against the bustle.
So delicately held, the electricity between lips
precariously quivering with anticipation.
Breath caught in a whisper of a candle's smoke
Curious hands gently guide the wandering mind.
