Close Enough to Burn (Genderbent)

Stay. Right there. Let me enjoy this. Rain paints silver down the glass violet settles on your mouth some club three floors underneath us keeps the whole block shaking now Your optics catch me staring and I let you catch me twice there’s a question in the way you look I’m not rushing to be nice My fingers catch your collar slow enough to make you choose You could leave but that would mean admitting what you’d lose You lean closer just a fraction I pretend I didn’t see You’re making this far too easy and I’m enjoying watching you believe Don’t fill the silence I like what it’s doing to you That tiny pause before you decide you want another inch Keep it Let it ache I want to see how long you make me wait Close enough to burn close enough to blur the room into a fever before I even touch you Streetlight on your lips my hand along your side The city keeps on breathing I’m deciding how long I let you try Close enough to burn till the distance comes apart No dares no pretty alibis just shadows heat and dark Don’t tell me what you want I already know you do Come close enough to burn and let me choose what happens to you Your neural jack throws violet when you turn beneath the light mine gives back a flash of silver just enough to catch your eye Your thumb traces past my temple slow and careful for a beat I tilt into it just enough to make you wonder what that means There are braindances downstairs for chooms who buy desire canned perfect angles perfect endings nothing real enough to stain your hands I’d rather keep you guessing watch restraint become a dare let you wonder whether I’ll close the distance or leave you standing there Come a little nearer Not fast I want the anticipation I want that change inside your breathing when I look at your mouth Stay there one second longer You’re prettier when you’re impatient Close enough to burn close enough to blur the room into a fever before I even touch you Streetlight leaves your lips when I step into its place You look at me like patience is becoming hard to fake Close enough to burn till the distance comes apart No script no rented fantasy nothing between us but dark Don’t tell me what you want your hands have told me first Come close enough to burn and let me decide who burns worse Closer. Mm. Not yet. Your back against the window cold glass warm skin your fingers catch beneath my jacket and I let them for a moment You smile like you’ve won something That almost makes me laugh For all the ware beneath my skin for every trick this city sells there are still places no ripperdoc has mapped and somehow you keep getting close I could kiss you now You know that But watching you wait is half the reason I haven’t yet Low lights wet glass your mouth near my jaw Eddies on the table somebody’s problem tomorrow No fixer no gig no reason to behave Just your fingers inside my collar and that look you keep giving me Go on. Try again. Close enough to burn close enough to blur everything beyond this room into somebody else’s world Your mouth almost on mine my hand beneath your coat There are easier ways to get what you want but where’s the fun in those? Close enough to burn and neither one steps back Violet across your shoulders my silhouette in black No need to name the moment I know exactly what this means Stay right here between the wanting and the moment I give in Close enough to burn close enough to hear that little catch inside your breath whenever I come near Close enough to burn and if you want the rest— Come closer. Ask nicely. The city can wait. So can I. Can you?