The Dance

Somewhere...
on the other side of the world,
he sits,
watching her play,
hands swift to delve,
to tickle, to surprise...
for his eyes only.

Somewhere...
on the other side of the world,
she glides,
dancing round,
hands swift to part,
to open and explore...
for his eyes only

Some day...
on the other side of the world,
they meet,
giving each other
wet kisses,
hands swift to touch,
to fondle and arouse...
for their hearts only.

Today...
on the other side of the world,
they long,
sighing deep,
for touch and scent,
for thrust, and groan...
for their hearts only.


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