She can feel it
Barely
With a soft whisper
A door is creaking open
Just enough for the pupil of eye
Just enough for the shard of light
A shadow
No form or face
Waits beyond
He waits beyond
She can feel him
Barely
He will cause the long lost blush to rise from her neck
The scintillating shiver to slide down her spine
Her eyelids will drop
Her mouth will quiver, waiting for the first touch of his lips
Her pulse will thump in her temples
Her fear will be profound
She can feel it
Barely
The door will creak open – further – very soon
Will she possess the courage to walk through…?