Seconds become hours. Inches become miles. Journey forth to some other while. Each touch whispers lies of other lives. But with intenions laid bare to the cold night air , what truths lie beneath the breast, under the hair? Desire's fire or some slow steady kindling? Either way it burns bright, settling in to stoke the flames in its mysterious way. Unpredictable flicker, alluring sway. Why fear most that which you hold so dear? What's play it safe? What's in the clear? Pursed lips, practiced sighs - but a telltale heart beating bump bump bump.