Slow Dance (Poetry)

Slow Dance

Their eyes meet across the room
Lashes flutter downwards, as
Peach tinges her cheeks
He winds a nonchalant path
Stops to splash sweet liquor
In crystal glasses as she waits
Cupped in hand, she runs her
Fingers slowly around the rim
Soft bird chime whispers to
The song in her heart
Before touching glistening lips
Her throat pulsing as nectar
Burns to match the heat
That rises with her gaze

A mute caress glides across
The space between them
Embraces without touch
Her skin, his quickened breath
As she drinks his essence
And he worships her
With his mind, his thoughts
Pink tongue flicks to lap
Sweet amber seeking escape
His pupils dilate in response
Faint smile plays his lips
As he sets glasses aside
Reaches for her hand
And the dance begins

© J C Edwards

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