He placed a finger on my lips to hush me,
I held my breath and closed my eyes,
He then traced my lips with his index finger,
My heart beats picked up a notch,
Leaning forward he whispered in his hoarse voice ‘Open your eyes beautiful’,
Heeding his order I looked deep into his,
His need for me masked with a passion that tempts,
My mind raced and my heart followed along,
What if I lean forward and I have a taste of his lips,
What if I let go and taste his rich soul,
What if I indulge myself and make him mine,
Will I ever forget him?
What if I never have a taste of him,
Will there be regrets?
However I know its a non starter,
Looking into his eyes I see him agreeing to this,
So we both turn away and face the big cinema screen,
To watch the movie we paid for with our hard earned pennies.