In The Chill She Burns

The wait is sexy, the sweet silence. 

The build, the spark, the slow ignite,

A moment, overextended.

In the chill, she burns. 

In the dull, she glows. 

Eyes that meet but do not demand. 

In anticipation, the heart takes root,

Nurtured by the quiet promise of more.

Where desire burns,  

Soft and deliberate,  

Until the moment becomes more  

Than just the moment.

In the chill, she burns, 

Soft and deliberate. 

Written piece,

By Josa.