Inveigle
Words fought to escape against her lips like silhouettes of sentiments. They are always present but hidden just beyond in a hushed shadow. He read the lies in her eyes as easy as a Sunday paper. Her body was stuck in a guarded paralysis; never reaching and never open. The dialogue he had offered was lost on her silent ears. In her mind she traced his features with her eyes as if to illustrate the moment and paint it in the richness and color of her mind. The tension was disarming and palpable.
She was internally terrified. If he were to move inches closer, if his hand were to graze hers she knew she would break. Her heart beat rapidly, quickening her pulse and restricting her ability to concentrate. The boundaries of propriety and the good sense to refrain from questionable choices floated further and further from her mind as if being drowned in the current that existed between their eyes.
There was no greater temptation. Their souls recognized a home in one another and pushed with such urgency that it begged to be acknowledged. The very act of delayed gratification, the very definition of abstinence as foreplay…
We both know we are one breath, one moment, one choice from blurring the line between a lie and an omission.
She was internally terrified. If he were to move inches closer, if his hand were to graze hers she knew she would break. Her heart beat rapidly, quickening her pulse and restricting her ability to concentrate. The boundaries of propriety and the good sense to refrain from questionable choices floated further and further from her mind as if being drowned in the current that existed between their eyes.
There was no greater temptation. Their souls recognized a home in one another and pushed with such urgency that it begged to be acknowledged. The very act of delayed gratification, the very definition of abstinence as foreplay…
We both know we are one breath, one moment, one choice from blurring the line between a lie and an omission.