without touching

She felt the blue depth of his eyes
trace the line from ankle to thigh
and rest a moment upon her hips

then graze the apex of her breasts
excited as though touched
by the flutter kiss of his quick glance,

his sidelong gaze paused privately –
felt as if his hands stole their way
covertly up the back of her skirt

Did he feel her lips where her look
lingered at the curve of his mouth
and along the length of his fingers,

sense the play of her tongue
at his shirt button then down his belly
as she regarded him across the room

then looked away before blushing
like toes withdrawn under a table
as the waiter approaches?

They continued this visual caress
throughout the evening, parted ways
and that night fell into voluptuous dreams.