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I speak staring at the wall
so you can’t read my eyes

but stolen glances lock to your lips
glistening wet from your tongue
I long to be them

silent thoughts slip
hovering mute between

‘put your hands on me’

as if you’ve heard them
barely perceptible your finger tips
stroke my sleeve

too tentative your touch
every hair stretches to feel you
and falls short

chaste by your chivalry
my hope dies
until I catch your eyes

unbuttoning my blouse

A little late for Brian’s buttons prompt but I’ll link it for OLN at dVerse where all kinds of lusciousness is revealed every Tuesday.

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