Thighs And Sighs


My hand brushed
against her thigh.

Innocent enough,
only insouciance.

Without a blink
her eyes said yes.

Later we swam in
a pool of sighs.

A portal of lust,
made by a touch,
to open and enter

deeper and deeper
again and again.

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