I love the way you speak, the way your voice melts like sherbet lemon drops and your words weave tapestries along my spine tingling chills, I adore your desire to pause to breathe in me bearing enamelled claws. Image credit.
Footsteps in a room, shouldn’t look, shouldn’t stare, just can’t help it, the smile you wear. Cuff of your shirt, open collar, hooded dark eyes, look, stare. Forbidden attraction, codes, regulations, still you smile, take up a seat beside me. Footsteps in a room, caught my stare, smile, keep in touch, touch. Image credit.