wanting

you look over, and you see the corner of her mouth dancing as she's talking.

you want to reach over and trace the silhouette of her face, just to feel her skin under your finger.

you want to lean in, get in real close, and whisper something in her ear, your face brushing against hers.

you want to gently brush your lips against hers, feeling the heat from her lips, hearing your pulse race.

but somehow, you don't.

and you're left wanting.