CONTACT
The touch of hands
The play of fingers
The stroke of the leg
The rush of the blood in all directions
The fingers go out in dance
A wild dance, hungry for the touch
Eager to feel, to explore
All entangle and come apart
A gentle stoke on a beautiful leg
The eyes trailing behind
The heart beats fast
Falling into the abyss of joy
Can this dance last for a life time?
Will the finger fuse forever?
Would the mind and heart follow too?
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