Between Stillness and Fire

It begins in silence.
No words. No touch.
Just that charged stillness between two glances.

No one moves closer — but the space folds in.
No one touches — but the body remembers.

Breath slows. The heart doesn’t.
She doesn’t try to catch his gaze — she commands it.
Every movement isn’t invitation, but reminder:
I’m here. I know you feel it.

This isn’t love.
It’s not lust either.
It’s what lives between them — raw, instinctive, unnamed.

She’s not afraid to want.
Not afraid to be wanted.
She lets go, like fire meeting air —
unapologetic.

And before either of them speaks,
everything has already ignited
in that first look.