the sigh at the end of the phone line starts it off
restlessness sets in
listening to the ticking of the clock, time slows down
impatient fingers drumming, itching to touch and be touched
all senses heightened
every feeling intensified
wind like a gentle caress
rain, little nips, bites across the skin.
key slides into its slot
the heartbeat quickens at the sound.
time slows right down as eyes meet, questions answered
glistening sweet red wine on lips
warm breath on skin
fabric hitting the ground
the whisper of zips being undone
clasps sliding out of constraints