Hook

Hook First date, low lights, skin learning names, your breath gets close, nothing stays the same. I don’t rush it, I let it bloom, this kind of want fills the room. Verse Candle flickers like it’s nervous too, watching the way I take my time with you. Your glass pauses halfway to your mouth, eyes say north while your body leans south. Smoke hangs heavy, sweet in the air, not from fire, just tension we share. Your thumb finds heat at my wrist, small touch, dangerous kiss-adjacent risk. I clock the way you listen when I speak, like every word is a place you could sleep. I don’t move fast, I let you ache, I know exactly how long a man can wait. Bridge Later, the bed hums low and warm, no rush, just clothes losing form. Your weight settles, steady, sure, like you already know what I endure. We don’t collide, we align instead, soft sounds, slow breaths, sheets barely said. First night ends with the lights still low, me on your chest, learning how good a yes can feel when it’s slow