Who...

Who is it  that is on your level?
Looking down.
Pick your head up.
Is there anyone there?
What did their back look like?
I am just asking.
Curious to know.
Is their frontal visual close?
How close?
Can you feel them breathe on your lips?
Take a step back.
Are they stepping into you?
Unwilling to give space.
For another to slide in.
Can you see the design in their eyes?
The colors that call to you.
Reflecting your image.
As the stare has you in sight.
Turn your head.
Allow your own eyes to peek about.
Are they in wonder?
Has their expression changed?
Witness the interest.
Or that there the lack of.
Who is it rising to the occasion?
Moving with you as if dancing.
In sync.
Never missing a beat.
Even when and if the music stops.
Who is it?
Reaching for you.
Just wanting to touch you.
To feel you.
Coming to a slow movement.
Just before the contact.
As hairs feel their presence.
Prior to the caressing tease.
Landing on nerves.
Silent.
Yet outspoken.
Connecting through proof.
Of enjoyment.
Longing to press the issue.
Extracting you from within.
As your heart stops and misses a beat.
Pulsating.
More rapidly out of control.
Are they showing you it is ok?
That the love is real.
Just wanting to be a part of your life.
Close enough to be the one.
Meeting expectations.
Without being asked.
Giving in good faith.
Hoping you lean in.
So the hand can leave an imprint.
An impression that wants to last.
Are you on their level?
Chasing what never has to be chased.
Saving heated breaths for their neck.
And theirs alone.
Releasing the passion.
How is it you want to be felt?
Not for self.
But received in delivery.
Accepted.
Filing in more than the void.
Sinking in beneath the skin.
Without ever actually becoming flush.
Wanting only to feel your laugh.
The vibrations that shape your smile.
To experience life come to life.
From within you.
Just to know you.
In ways you only know yourself.
Who is it making the difference?
Them or you?