Follow me... (Thought series.)... Prose poem

Faces smiling

Palms sweaty

Cheek to cheek

Aromatic scent of Channel No. 5 perfume entices my mind

Your body followed mine in a slow rhythmic movement

Thighs rub

Hips gently gyrate in the darkness

Be smooth enters my mind

Follow his every step emerge in yours

Platonic foreplay comes to an end too soon

As our first slow dance ends......

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