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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



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