Intensity

had they secretly peered with intensity when pulled we curtains reluctantly? did they longing fall upon their knees, beholding threshold while we withheld keys? did our charcoal ink dark thoughts conceal, keeping the revelations they did duly seek? would they seep inside our mind to feel, the dreamscapes we so slealthfully weave? or will quiet passing of a message discreet, leave them with quandaries of infatuations unceased?