african-american-couple-flirtingYou slide into my orbit
Newly polished like brass
With weightless abandon
Waiting for a sign
For an invitation to stay
To ground yourself in me
Pulling tautly against
Expectation’s shadow
Wavering in-between
I see you from afar
Coming closer than skin
Warm and feverish
Drawing me surely in
And then we dance
Our bodies never touching
Heightened anticipation
You whisper my name
Sacred like water
Flowing from your lips
Sliding over me
Like holy water
From the fathomless deep.


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