The Longest 6 seconds

An embarrassed giggle breaks the hush of the two whisperers as her cheeks grow burgundy red, he stares at her, in faithful brown eye and curls his hand in to stroke the breathtaking beauty of her face, he gently glides over her now giddy jaw as he places it alightingly, on her shoulder. she stares at him hopeful for what the rest of her dream would turn out, but inside fearful that this, this mediocre man might be such, or that perhaps this whole thing is a front, that all he wants is to get inside. She refuses to remove her stare in his eye, hoping to keep the truthfulness there; the glare of the sunset dances on her soft brown eyes as he now melts in there keep. His lips now in eternal curl, smile at what he is able to see, lucky to touch; his mind is tempted, his anxiety realizes how hard to believe that a girl like her would be with a guy like me, as for a moment he gazes back making sure he won't disappoint her, perhaps he is not able to fulfill the life and years of commitment that these joined breaths are subsequently lusting. He recalls all the idiocies of his flesh all the fallacies of mouth, all the incongruities and depravity of thought, how would i ever be able to treat her as she should. "She couldn't really think so, I know so, it won't work, but maybe i can try" as he once more glimpses her glory and thinks, "to only have a taste of her wonder, to only have the touch of a crowded subway transportee, to only have the sight of the lucky passer by, the audit of the stalkerish eavesdropper, to only be in the same room, share the same circle, or just the same world, i will have done myself a service" She sits there now in impatient confusion, falling from her bliss as he opens his mouth, here it goes, he will either make or break this night, this relationship, as though, with placid faces they seem confident, together they breathe, deeper and longer, as if it was rare, as daringly, he speaks...