Your eyes meet mine,
hot
longing
in your eyes
when they meet mine.
You touch my hand,
and I wonder -
What is it that you are
proposing,
exactly?
Commingling our spirit breath
in deep passionate kisses?
Hearts pulsing, beating breath against breath,
moving in concert with the
oldest rhythms of the universe,
rocking in the cradle of the universe,
touching the very center of the universe,
briefly - too briefly;
soaring beyond ourselves,
loosing our bonds,
binding our souls.
Or, do you just want
to get
laid?
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