Skin teased with whispers of breath
Distances closed without taking a step
The room stands still
A strap exposed
Teasing
Laying naked across a porcelain shoulder
Desires of hidden lace
Wanted seduction

She stared deep within unblinking eyes
for what might have seemed a moment to long
A moment measured in laboured breaths

Thoughts stumbling clumsily
like first time lovers in stilettos
The butterfly effect of possibilities
like a hand print barely visible on the window
long after body heat subsides into slumber

She turns shyly
Guiltily
Looking at her boyfriend
Questions lingering on the tips of tongues
What beautiful colours their lipstick would have made
melding on quivering lips