Your hand hovers, close enough to feel the heat My skin answers before we even speak A few moments away from crossing the line I’m waiting for the moment you make it mine You lean in slow, eyes locked on the edge Every second stretches, pulling at the thread No words, just the tension in the air What happens next if you dare What’s your next move I’m ready for your rapture Next move Longing manufactured Next move Patiently for you Next move Lets see what you can do Next move Lust is all I crave Next move Let me ride the wave
