it's in your eyes

the friction of my shoes
lifting me up
I fly across the floor
into your arms

your hand at my back
mine at your shoulder
right clasped in left
the formality of position
gives me something to push away

I meet your eyes
are you worth wanting?
I dismiss you
walk away
until you pull me close
until your leg is between mine

the motion follows
our heartbeats
the heat of our eyes
the longing

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