His brow sweats with fear
Or is it anticipation.
Standing close
Too close
Maybe
Grabbing her
Pulling her into him
He kisses her
Her lips her neck
She pushes him away
Red shame floods his face
How could he lose control?
One finger
Under his chin
She tilts his head
Looking into his eyes
His fear returns
As he sees
The look in her eyes
She
Is
Going
To
Devour
Him