Away from the crowd
we'll meet
A brush of hands
an electric greet
You'll no doubt make me giggle
I'll no doubt
make you wriggle
Closer, us two
Fiery palm on my hip
of this abashed shrew
Intake of breath
I won't have time to think
I'll only see your depth
You'll whisper a wager in my ear
High stakes
so drawn out
& clear
I'll say I'm not the gambling kind
You'll smile
knowing you met
the rambling kind
My hand on your chest
showing all my cards
begging for you
to rip me
to shards
Your hot kiss
to the carotid beat
You'll draw me close
before I lose my feet
I'll agree
to feel
your silken sheet
burning love touch
pulsing
gripping
clutch
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