Velvet shadows lingered along the staircase,
her fingers clung to the railing, deliberate, slow.
Leather straps whispered against worn cement,
he did not retreat; the evening claimed its show.
A loose strand of hair draped her collarbone,
fingertips hovered, skimming the open space.
His exhale mingled with the smoke around her,
eyes held close, testing a fragile embrace.
Lips hovered like pendulums, left to right,
pressed in the corner, undecided by sight.
Her knees anchored a desire, taut and high,
intimidation softened where he let out a sigh.
Concrete walls witnessed a muted collision,
mixed with cement, leaving traces anew.
Railings traced the hush of a daring encounter,
moments folded into the air, subtle and few.