Eyes, gently pulling towards each other

Your soul taps

Tugs

Tackles mine.

Your lips stuck

My lips afraid

But our eyes tearing into each other

Gently caressing each other

Comforting

Longing

You stare

I glare

My mind is tired

It reacts

Gently swaying to you

But inside my heart, with the speed of a cheetah, has grabbed yours.

Captured

We approach

We stand

We contemplate

Thoughts beating at my clenched teeth.

Then we go the other way...

.....like always...

I don't know what else I expected.