eager hands
glide
over dressed flesh.
under skin
desire
crackles though hot blood
like popping corn.
lustful intentions
are postphoned
for one smooth sweet second
to celebrate the stillness
of thie private moment.
a minute before,
boiling passion was
sprinkled with laughter.
as it will be again,
in the minute after
and so between
i pause
and linger
in the delicious sensation
of holding you.
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