She walks, heels clicking on marble floors

Her fingers trace the glass, leaving fogged whispers

A smirk, a flick of her wrist, a slow-motion sigh

She tilts her head, hair cascading like a velvet curtain

A slow inhale, the air thickens

Eyes locked, nowhere to run

She leans in, the scent of dusk and danger

Fingertips hover, ghost-like over my pulse

A pause—then the world dissolves into silence

Her lips part, and the night inhales

Your breath is a hit of euphoria

A whisper close, my pulse unravels

The air is thick, drowning slow

I should move, but I won’t