The Glance

It began as a simple, single glance, A stolen look as the two sets of eyes meet, So briefly yet so intently. The connection was so strong that they both looked away. How could such an innocent thing, be so lascivious. The night goes on and she avoids him But he is not so strong. His desire piqued he longs for another look. And it happens. Unplanned perhaps, Or was it? The two back into one another and turn simultaneously. Now they are face to face, soul to soul, And denial is off the table. Her eyes so dark, so needy. He can see the longing deep within her and wants to fill it. But there is more there, much more. Somehow their souls have touched And they will be forever connected. All because of a simple, single glance. Warren W. 12/14