Intoxicating:
That spot her lips just drift to,
where neck meets shoulder,
and there, when he turns,
she can drown in his dark eyes
and be light-headed,
drunk on the smell and
the taste and the presence of him;
this makes her own eyes
dilate with desire
in the hope that she can kiss
those inches of flesh
that she finds seriously
intoxicating.
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