You weren’t supposed to look that long.

But here we are—

Breath caught, time gone.

Cherry gloss lips and bedroom lights dim,

You watch like you’ve seen a ghost,

But sweeter.

Hands in pockets, say my name

Like it’s dripping down your tongue.

No rush—

But it’s already begun.

Oh...

There they are.

'Round my ankles,

They fell slow.

Your pulse says more than your mouth ever will.

What do you wanna know?

The air is thick, heart's beating

You say nothing, but I still hear it.

The room tilts—

Or maybe I did.

Lace puddled on the floor

I didn’t plan this.

Or maybe I did??

Yeah...

There they are.

My ankles.

And you, undone.

You breathe like you’ve already touched me,

But I’m still five steps away.

My lips write things I’ll never say—

But you read ‘em anyway.

There’s power in the possibilities.

In what I let you see.

Not everything that falls...

Is free.

I laugh.

You flinch.

That’s how close this is.

It’s not the skin.

It’s the what if.

My ankles.

You’re still standing still.

Still watching.

Still wondering.

Still not touching.