She Stares

He doesn't know how she feels.
She looks at him in stares of non indication.
She makes him feel uncertain.
Does she want this, so quiet, so cautious.
She's quieter than he imagined. She doesn't exclaim she just stares. Mostly stares right through him, right into him. It's distracting. It's a bit weird.

She wants to squeeze the life out him, she wants him to be harsher, she wants to be lost.
She stares trying to figure out how far she can push him.
There's no rules, no boundaries, she has no fear. He has no fear. Dangerous.

They both crave the same.
The violence, the distraction, the pain,
the invasion, the mistreatment, the disgust, the guilt. It's necessary, it's vital.
Like breathing.

She wants to stop breathing air and breath this moment instead.