Walking ever so closely, Our trails connect, And affect our personal space. Your eyes, Gazing upon my face. Your voice, Only in my hearing distance, Volume decreases, Passion expands. Your words, Touching my spot, That I thought sensation had forgot. Your hands, Trying to emulate, And continuing to stimulate, An already established connection. Your moves, Don’t come across to me as being, Raunchy displays of pretend affection. Therefore landing your hands, Holding my face, Atmosphere set, Prefect timing, perfect place. Then the moment when our lips met… To be continued as soon as we let, It happen….