My leg jiggles, at an erratic tempo;
My finger tips dance quickly- almost imperceptibly against solid granite.
The tap, tap, tapping; of my foot falls, and fluttering finger tips fill my brain
Fuzzy, indistinct, maddening.
Until, from across the room, our eyes meet.
Suddenly, the world stills, and,
There is nothing but quiet.

My eyes settle on the gentle curve of your lips-
The subtle wrinkles around the corners of your russet eyes.
Your curls, seem to almost coil themselves around me, tangling me in their depths, smothering me in their kinkiness.
I picture myself wound around you;
A mess of arms, legs,
Mangled and meshed together,
Wet open mouthed kisses,
Your warm breath, lightly caressing the crook of my exposed neck.
I see you; straining above me.
Muscles contracting, flexing, relaxing.
I feel the smoothness of your pale skin against my palm, the forgiving warmth that blossoms beneath my finger nails.
I hear your grunts of satisfaction, I feel the pressure of your worn out body against my own.

But as quickly as your eyes landed on mine, they're gone.
I'm left with a fuzzy picture of what your face looks like, and,
A longing for something more than just a quick glance in my direction.
The tap, tap, tapping; hums slowly in the back of my mind, where the silence of your heated stare once rested.