You try so hard to act normal. That’s cute. I barely brush your hand and suddenly you forget what you were saying. I move a little closer and there it is. That breath. That tiny pause. That look you think I don’t notice. Oh, Panic. I notice everything. I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU THE WAY YOUR BREATH GOES SHALLOW THE WAY YOU TRY TO PLAY IT COOL I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU ONE HAND AT YOUR WAIST AND THAT WHOLE CALM LITTLE ACT STARTS FALLING THROUGH YOU CAN HIDE THE WORDS YOU CAN HIDE THE SMILE BUT YOUR BODY GIVES YOU AWAY EVERY FUCKING TIME I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU I trace my fingers slow just enough to make you wonder if I’m doing it on purpose. I am. Your shoulders tense. Your jaw locks. Your eyes find mine. And suddenly you’re very interested in pretending nothing happened. Mm. Sure. Come here. Let me test that theory. I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU THE WAY YOUR BREATH GOES SHALLOW THE WAY YOU TRY TO PLAY IT COOL I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU ONE HAND AT YOUR WAIST AND THAT WHOLE CALM LITTLE ACT STARTS FALLING THROUGH YOU CAN HIDE THE WORDS YOU CAN HIDE THE SMILE BUT YOUR BODY GIVES YOU AWAY EVERY FUCKING TIME I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU It’s not force. Never. That’s what makes it better. You lean in. You stay close. You give me that look that says don’t stop without needing to say a fucking word. That’s the part I like. The choice. The tension. The second before either of us moves again. When I know you want more because you’re the one closing the distance. SLOW. DOWN. LET. IT. HIT. MY. HAND. YOUR. BREATH. YOUR. EYES. ON. MY. LIPS. ONE. STEP. CLOSER. THAT’S. ALL. IT. TAKES. I DON’T HAVE TO SAY A WORD I JUST HAVE TO TOUCH YOU THE RIGHT FUCKING WAY AND THERE YOU ARE TRYING NOT TO REACT WHILE REACTING TO EVERYTHING I DO. You know what gives you away the fastest? That smile. The one you try to hide when you know exactly what I’m doing. The one that says you’re not nearly as unaffected as you want me to believe. Good. Because neither am I. I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU THE WAY YOU LEAN A LITTLE CLOSER LIKE YOU’RE TRYING TO DECIDE IF YOU SHOULD I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU THE WAY YOUR HAND FINDS MINE LIKE YOUR BODY MADE THE CHOICE BEFORE YOUR PRIDE DID YOU CAN TRY TO STAY CALM YOU CAN TRY TO ACT COOL BUT I FEEL THE LITTLE SHIVER EVERY TIME I GET CLOSE TO YOU I KNOW WHAT MY TOUCH DOES TO YOU And if you want me to stop I stop. If you want me closer come closer. Simple. But judging by the way you’re looking at me… I don’t think we’re done. Not even close.
