You Smiled

I saw you
and I felt your eyes
riveted upon me.
I could tell you
had secretly missed me.
I watched you happily luxuriate
within the embrace
of my studied inattention
as you went about your business.

Within the air
hung volumes of words
that lay unsaid
between us,
like clothes pinned on a line,
wet and immediate.

The surface of your skin,
tanned and hot,
beckoned my touch.
I know your mouth remembered my nipples
and the softness of my breast.

I felt your longing
and for a moment our eyes singed
on each other.
You smiled,
and I knew then
you still wanted me.