The Anticipation

Gazes lock,
Blue on brown,
Staring directly into their innermost thoughts
While showing their deepest desires.
A hand raises,
Warm and rough,
And gently brushes her cheek
While sparks ignite at the slight contact.
Butterflies fly and fireworks explode
The distance between their souls grows close
And the anticipation builds.
A breath between them,
These friends turned lovers,
Will they take the risk?