You

You sat across the bar from me tonight. I saw the look.
The look said you needed pleasure.
The look cried of your need to be touched in the darkest places.
That look bellowed out for a stranger's hands to release your chains.
You held my gaze.
I held yours.
Not a single word between us, but so many thoughts shared in that brief encounter.
You told your desires,
You whispered your insecurities,
You shared your deepest wants.
I saw that look, and I answered.