Body Language
Slinging sarcasm
Punching the banter
It wasn't just anyone
Red were the raindrops we danced between
Congenial drinking in our own laughter
All night...
Looking for the look...looking in her eyes
Nonverbal invitations hailing
Absent was the disguise
Vibrations
Flirtations
The fingertips' caress
The soul speaks often
Thru the flesh.
Language of the bodies
A message born in the mind
Smile and face cached beneath the threads
Her unguarded flange...and tender lips
Without resist to friction
There was a connection
There was a sensation
She knew exactly what I was saying
Without saying a word
Punching the banter
It wasn't just anyone
Red were the raindrops we danced between
Congenial drinking in our own laughter
All night...
Looking for the look...looking in her eyes
Nonverbal invitations hailing
Absent was the disguise
Vibrations
Flirtations
The fingertips' caress
The soul speaks often
Thru the flesh.
Language of the bodies
A message born in the mind
Smile and face cached beneath the threads
Her unguarded flange...and tender lips
Without resist to friction
There was a connection
There was a sensation
She knew exactly what I was saying
Without saying a word