Midnight Rendezvous
You move me in ways
and you are not even here,
not present in my space,
but in the periphery of my room,
my room of hopes and dreams,
my roomy room of expectations.
Compelled I turn my head,
ever so slowly, ever so slightly and,
acknowledge you, the essence of you
with a sensual sweet smile...
your aura, your energy, electrifying.
I sense you sensing me,
a mutual sensual mystery, and,
in your own roomy space there,
moved by carnal desire... our yearning,
hungry lips part expelling heat, warmth,
simultaneously knowing a midnight rendezvous of
the heart soul and body occurred in our rooms, apart.
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