Your hand inches closer,
Just a whisper away,
And I can feel the heat rising,
Like a storm,
Brewing between us.

We don’t touch—
But god, how we want to.
The air thickens with it,
A tension you can taste
On your lips.

Every glance,
A promise unspoken,
Every movement,
A silent invitation
To cross that line
We both pretend we don’t see.

But we do,
We feel it,
The pull,
The fire,
The rush of something wild
We’re too scared to let go of.