Sittting across from me
The distance of the table between us
Yet, the sexual tension is still there

The waitress stops by with that comforting smile
Takes our orders and shuffles off to leave us in our void
The tension was broken
But still remains under the thinly veiled mannerisms we both hold

Foods up, sitting comfortable we dig in
i grab for the pepper, so do you
Our hands brush each others, and the electricity runs thick between