Eyes meeting across a crowded room, watching you watch me.

The quick intake of breath, as you anticipate my next move.

Bodies barely touching, but close enough to feel the energy between.

The look in your eye as I watch you watching me, wondering what comes next.

The recognition on your face as you see my sly smile and the glint in my eye.

The sweetness you thought you saw, transforms into something darker and more primal.

Our eyes locked, you want to look away but are unable to, fearing the moment will end if you do.

Purring as I whisper in your ear. Seeing your face when you realise what I've said, and wondering how that statement came out of such a sweet looking mouth.

Your smile when you realise what's happening, and the sheer delight I see at that mutual understanding.

My movements are slow and calculated, I stop when you try to rush, making you wait, wanting more deeply, you need to be still before I move again.

This is what I love most, what comes next is even better.