foreheads meet, eyes look deep, hearts beating quick
 
a tingle then a thrill as soft moist lips part and meet in a teasing small brush of a touch

a small rush as their breaths mingle in a harder crush

 little heated catches of breath the only sounds to be heard

as lips parted and met in a probing quest

each trying to trace the others shape, each reaching deep

each trying to taste the others' heartbeat

 a small whimper and a rustle as each leaned in, each knowing

as hands moved in, this exploration would make time stand still