Our eyes locked

Lip locked

Eye contact to the 

Extreme

His hand, made from porcelain 

Gently brushed 

My olive freckles

Over high cheekbones

And crooked noses

Our eyes locked 

Performing a tango of silent emotion

He whispered a gentle kiss

Over my lips 

And his porcelain skin

Interlocking fingers with my own

Finished the dance

With a subtle dip.