Seventeen Seconds

AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Truth Serum are two creative souls under one banner, writing sensual erotica in various forms. In this poem, the writers wrote every other line, as you can see separated with italic text.
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Seventeen Seconds

He took seventeen steps shaking,
his heart echoing with each step
aching heel impacts on marble tiles,
beads of sweat forming on lips and brow
and already burning in eyes.

'Eighteen. . nineteen . . one more to go.'
a freeze frame hesitation, a skipped beat
Hand on doorknob, dare he knock?
Or dare he even choose not to,
in slow motion, he opens the door...

Seventeen seconds
...to petals, perfume, a song, a silhouette.
Long and lovely, her beauty filled him,
stilled him. Her voice filled, stilled the room:
boundaries
"Je vous ai attendu toute ma vie"

...as if understood, as if timbre wasn't enough.

Words sweeter than life itself, resounding in his ears,
almost physical, a sonic kiss lingering
inflaming his very soul,
because when a night this saturated
takes control
there is no room for silence.

"Come..." A word, one simple word whispered,
barely a breath, still louder, stronger
beckoning him to move forward, closer
to the point of no return, no remorse
no boundaries.

Because who needs ropes and shackles
when you are bound by something more...

...the blindness of the night,
an unattainable dream,
and seventeen seconds silence
swirling within the mist of a dream..