Its like that dog in the street you pet on your way to work everyday to the point that one fine day your heart opens up and you say ‘what are you doin? how are you? you hungry?’
Its like that moment when a friendship deepens a liitle and may lead to kiss. When eye contact becomes hands reaching for hands moved by some un-seen force.
The threat of possibility in another human being is quite a thing to behold. A strange anticipation, risk almost always involved.
What happens between between a man and a woman when only hands and eyes communicate?
Is everything to follow a down-grade or a catapult?
Am I looking for love in someone that only wants sex?
What if its the other way around?
All I know is that its nice to have a pair of eyes to dream about, a layer of skin like still water waiting for a pebble touch. A mouth waiting to breath into mine and all that fuel waiting to burn itself into oblivion.
My Emerald Heart. 