He helps her To her feet Beneath us She burns Trembles His fingers Caress hers She responds

I peek Over his shoulder Glimpse brown skin The piece of him Unsafe to touch

I wrap myself Around them The world rushes To meet us Lost in we Absorbing Their energy Confined So free.

I hear No sound My feet Meet The ground But don’t Touch it.

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