Other Worlds

The passing glance caught in silken tendrils
Chilling skin at the nape
She feels his stare slip under her clothes
Tempting the return of the forbidden
For one touch, one taste, one kiss
What would he give?
Just out of reach she is and stays
His reach too short to entertain
Eyes that pierce and drain his strength
Tear his heart and stir his loins
Lips so soft they beg indulgence
Mouth the words he longs to hear
Through the veil she moves so close
Slowly weaving a steady locus
Clashing stares with cosmic fire
Pale in memory of the act
Fading shade of what can’t be
In other worlds she will be his