sounds
the unique clicking and pressing
all things
against each other
the clever intimate grinding
a light intuitive noise
hardly waiting
gravel crunching
no fear
no hesitation
a natural pop, clap, whisper and weave
two forms meeting
a zen uniting
skin of one form beguiling
a tapping flickering
glance
a crisp connection
fleeting
a clandestine romance
kissing
peeling off
swiftly departing
no investment
perfect union
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xxx thank you Charles
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