A pregnant pause
A cheeky grin
He saw the way she looked at him.
He took his time
No need to rush
She loved the way he made her blush.
Head was tilted
Consent given, lust pursued.
The spark takes light
Behold the fire
Days and nights filled with desire.
The Spark is a short poem by Ms Moem.
This is post 52 of 100 blogs in 100 days.