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It is late
and, despite having finished
a stellar performance
mere hours before,
hands seek body
not out of need
but necessity.
Inquisitive eyes
openly search for
approval, to begin,
as a quick check
indicates readiness.

Long, unhurried kisses start
this set;
hands stroking
shoulders, sliding down spine
to small of back.
Your leg parts mine, to press
thigh against tingling mound.
Our bodies vibrate with a beat
all their own; rhythms accelerate and
kisses become an attempt to taste
being.  Palms burn with frenzied
feeling as we blindly see
past muscle and sinew to within.
For this song, I’ll start on bottom
hips hungrily poised to accept
you, note by note.  The music played
a mix of soul and funk, one of unity,
a compilation unlike any other ever seen.