Slowly
"Slowly," she whisperedNot expecting any reprise,"Slowly," he utteredHis immediate reply. Neither touching the otherAs if countries in a cold war,Yet so close they feel their heat,Luring them closer, desparate to explore. So gradual, they see their pulses,The beat frequencies increaseThey move toward each other,Becoming desperate for release. Moving one pulse at a time,And the equivalent distance,Eyes grow cloudy from nee...