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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