If for just that moment,
glancing across the room,
they look at each other,
she smiles, he hesitates,
and when her eyes look away,
he wonders and feels that button,
slipping casual in fingertips,
as he now watcher her hand,
play flitting, tease her blouse.
He looks away and wonders
if he is alone in this quiet
race for approval, his eyes,
catch hers as fingertips,
slide the button inside silk,
and a world unravels, sweet.
Lips wet, his tongue asks,
from a distance,
may a draw a picture inside
inside your blouse,
inside your dreams,
may I step inside of you,
while you unfold your world.
