Oh, She's the Sharp Edges
She decides,
it is set;
her eyes
ask
and answer.
Shoulders
stretch
back,
one higher
than the other,
breasts
push
out,
pelvis in-to
a shallow c-shape,
rhythmic movements
like breathing,
more gliding
than walking;
a slight touch,
then
a slow turn
to the right,
slender fingers
moving
the air of
her body
deep
inside
his space -
her seduction dance.
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