A Touch

Gem played and teased and danced and laughed
& all the while the room grew darker with dreams of want
Blame the man who wanted her?
Or feel the love he holds for her?

She turns and dresses flow across the knees of desire
A soft fragrance from her braided hair.
Twenty seven and seventeen
Hunger ate at the man who wanted more.

Hands, soft in poise and urgent alarm, held back
But tortured mind broke the bonds of lust and lured in,
Skin,
Skin,
Skin of love!

She laughed surprised as flesh touched flesh
A gliding hand
A welcomed, unknown strangers hand
Curious, pleased, enticed.

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