93. Stir

That night we finally met,
After talking to each other for years
That night we finally met
She smiled the way I pictured she would
I was never used to having her close to me
So close
Her fingers intertwined with mine
My index(finger) tickling her palm
We weren't looking into each other's eyes
I was slowly getting comfortable
Lesser nervous
We were silently sitting beside
She leaned her head on mine
We both were burning
Looking at the way
Our fingers fought our desires
Together, intertwined, apart,
Her nails, making their marks on my thumb
Our heads slightly turning towards each other
Her cheek bones touching mine
Our hands moist,
Wouldn't stop
Our eyes stuck to the way our fingers fought
Her eyes filled with innocent cries
Unsure to give in or not,
I didn't want this time to end
I didn't want to kiss her
There was a revelry in this stir....