Proximity

Her dress hits the floor;
Lips pressed to her neck;
A breath caught between
the air
and her lungs.
Firm hands grip her arms;
Long hair tickles her back;
Eyes darting
to locate
intangible flames.
His silk shirt against her chest
Cold metal buttons
Her every hair
reaches out
to him,
Never quite close enough.

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