When I Was Young I Was Eager

fingers
leaving a trail of bumps,
the small translucent hairs
rising
on her arm,
barely touching –
subtle tremors,
eyes closed
tight.
tension upon tension,
gentle kisses
warm
against her skin,
follow her shoulders curve
up to her neck
and the smooth
corners of her
lips.

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