EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC
The sun darting through the window in front of her passes through the chaotic fall colored print of her sheer dress. The light kisses the outline of her figure so that every contour is silhouetted for him. The rays splash around the edges of her full and untamed tawny curls. His eyes watch the ripples of motion her sleek curves make in the air. She shifts her weight several times unconsciously, standing poised. Her body rocks as if flowing to the rhythm of grace. He begins to measure her up.
Turning her head slightly she catches a glimpse of him watching her. Her breathing catches subtly out of time as she is arrested by his maelstrom eyes. His demeanor is none other then genteel. But it is the violent collision of intrigue, and passion, lust, and elegance that stirs in those two wells just under his brow, that overwhelms all her senses. She finds herself unwittingly moving her hands across her body at times in his presence because she knows those eyes are watching. She feels a charge that ignites her tender motor and electrifies the fine hairs across her skin to attention.
She laughs nervously and unzips a dimpled smile before turning her gaze back to the orchestration of traffic below. The street scenes of San Francisco have always held for her the images of a vibrant painting full of achingly moving blue, impaling yellow, and embracing beige.
"I could kiss you now."
He says as he stands up from his chair and assuredly moves towards her. Crossing the distance between the chair and her figure, he presses his shirt against her dress. She feels the pressure of his presence, but not a single sensation of bodies touching. He stops when he feels the fabric rustle against each other. He moves his face towards the slope of her delicate neck and strong shoulders. The ends of her curls kiss the tenderness between his cheek and lips. He plays with his breath upon her neck as he speaks to her.
“My Calliope,”
The air crackles as his lips almost touch her skin. He hovers his lips there letting his breath move across her and through her. Both begin to straddle that invisible border. Like two generals riding their steeds up and down this determined Rubicon. They entertain the emotion, then both pull away letting the ocean of air fill between them.