Catalyst awaits

The way he smiles at me.. The way he touches me, even in a completely non-sexual way.. The things he says.. 

He knows. I know. We know.

I grow dizzy and short of breath, gasping. The instinct is to kneel, to yield, to be taken. Yet I resist. 

And then at the end of the night, the final hug.. His rasping cheek against my face.. His breath.. His teeth grabbing and gently biting my ear. Holding, restraining.

I melt in his arms. 

He knows. I know. We know. He'd have me if he tried. 

I'm afraid though.. Like a skittish horse.. Unable to trust, unable to yield. So he waits. Smiles. Touches. Waits for me to come to him... 

And he knows.. I know.. We know.. Eventually, I will.