At the Movies
I slide my eyes down and against your arms,
the shadows and lines of dim lights;
the music rises and beats on my chest
while my fingertips are drifting.
A tango begins, a sultry seduction,
of hands and elbows brushing -
rubbing crescendo on tight jeans,
to the fire in our bellies.
I feel the heat of you and feel you
look to look like you're not looking,
I feel it on my neck, my breasts,
branding into my thighs.
This moment, this is what sex feels like;
knuckles grazing in a darkened room,
building to chaotic satisfaction.
We bend and fold against each other
and I slip-sigh into you.
The slight shaking of your breath,
licking dry lips; your palms are burning
into my self. And I'm a little bit in love
with just that part of you.
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