Sliding sensuously down her back,

his hand travelled.

In a mirrored dance,

the other savoured her leg;

soft, smooth, silken;

Treasured like no other,
breathless with love,
daunted that he could so deeply care,
be so enthralled with the beauty laying there.

Was she aware?

They had not openly professed love.

Her coyness was somewhat irritating
but he would never explicitly express this.

Or would he?

Could he?

It would fester into a seething boil that would eventually destroy the overwhelming emotions he had once felt.