by Terri Lynn Court

Created on: July 07, 2007

Because I see what he does
as her back is toward him
and her eyes are focused on the flashing numbers ahead.

His thoughts burden her shoulders
and burn down the length of her back
resting for a second
at the tip of her spine.
His gaze expanding outward
and back up her wrist, her arm
as he taps the emergency stop
and she lets out a breath -
a wanting sigh.

I watch him take her in his arms

and I don't turn away
when she leaps into him
wrapping her toned legs around his belted jeans.

I watch him prop her against the wall of the elevator
and I don't turn away
when the summer dress she is wearing
is lifted from her tanned body.

Because I see what she does
as he stands behind her
and her hands are clenched by her side with a sort of anguish and desire.

Her thoughts wandering
from the lunch they just shared
to the sexual tension
rising in this metal box.
Her hands clenching and unclenching
holding back a want
that as of yet
has been left
unspoken.

I watch her entwine with him
and I don't turn away
when I see the hunger on her face
as his chest is exposed beneath his silk shirt.

I watch her unhook his belt
and I don't turn away
when his khaki's drop to the aluminum floor
leaving a slight contrast between their skin tones.

Because I see what they do
when they think no one is watching.

Because I am watching.

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