A Fingertip Away

There you are, standing just outside the spot light. All eyes on you. You love it. Who needs the sopt light anyway? Not you. You make your own light. It shines so bright it blinds me and I smile. I find myself laughing at nothing and you catch me. I look away but it's too late. You step closer. You're a fingertip away. I can smell your sweat, it's salty-sweet. Delicious.