David Chapman-artist
A crowded room
conversations spilling out
along with cleavage
Eyes meet
smoldering glances from afar
lashes lowered as blush spreads
Tongue tickles upturned lips
in sensuous play
bottom lip captured in a pout
Maneuver clockwise
lean closer
breath a whispered touch
Here and gone
like smoke
before the fire
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