The way she digests me
The way she looks into me
Sees the depth of reflection
measures the salt and sugar of me
I hear her inner conversation whitteling her love
Connections under her slowly building above
A universe in her heart reaching out to mine
Conducted by emotion fed by her mind
She sighs and prays for an intense sensuality such
Single electric touch that puts perspective in so much
That recognition that goes beyond eyes, flirt or crush
Such flavor explodes, excites and alleviates
Gripping her, shouting like a loud opiate
Yet it all started with a glance
the contact on fine glass
Low expectations great inspiration
Imminent inner carousal to overwhelming arousal
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