He only has eyes for her, his heart flutters. He would never let her know this though. The way she smiles and laughs about life in front of his eyes.. like a rolling picture.
Slow motion. Catches him.
Her presence has him hooked and can feel himself attract towards her as she beams life and happiness. His eyes trace her skin, fingers following. His chest tightens with anxiety as he watches her watch him.
She adores him too, she only has eyes for him.
She covers it up in the same respect that he does. An undesirable desire to continuously remind him of how much he means to her. She finds herself smirking in a hazy daydream with a slight sweat on her palms. No speaking, just stares. Looks with a thousand words.
But she breathes slow.
Once alone the passion between these two romantics is admirable, something of a film. Tosses and turns between soft silk sheets. His hands run down her skin so softly he barely touches her but to her she feels everything. Now they can spill their desires.
She whispers in his ear of nothing but sweet truths and vulnerabilities.
He has her undoubtedly.
When his hands are empty of her there’s no word to describe it.
She longs for him.
He pines for her.
Left craving one another.