laughing eyes
begin to smoulder,
leaning in
gentle touch,
lips spark
in the darkness
electricity
between us
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Shawn L. Bird 
Verg sensual. The pace of the peace lent me into the moment. I felt something here.
Thanks.
Sparks, not always visible, but ever tactile.
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