Attraction

Crisp white shirt

black suited man

slight smile an edge

what is your plan

eyes that stare right

through me now

glass raised towards

me blushing I

cast my eyes towards the floor

reticent of your seductive lure

stops me where I stand

unsure

but I stare right back 

 fidget with my dress

your eyes penetrate

they alone express

Your want your need

I can’t look away

your dominance 

your provocative way

I draw a breath 

it’s hard to breathe

the edge you have lies deep inside

my solicitude I try to hide

not a word is spoken

what goes through your mind

and yet I know

our minds entwined

I quiver and my hand

does shake

don’t see this

don’t let this

moment break

that smile it warms

my body so

white shirt

black suit

I cannot go