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A series, part 3: Cheek to Cheek, Skin to Skin

by Gilly Wigley

I dive under jersey, as the need to feel skin on skin
overwhelmingly takes over every sense in my body.
Blinding all rationalities of reality,
screaming silent images in my ears.
Sweat is the glue, holding me to your skin,
as legs cross, twist, and tangle.
Minds speeding too fast for logical thoughts.
High off whatever scent is looming off your neck, your locks.
Energy rises, as this moment builds up like timpani drums
in an orchestral masterpiece.
A symphony of emotions crawling through my veins,
replacing blood with a tune so intoxicating
that straight thoughts become a knotted mess.
Once draped across flesh, this dress, long gone,
heaps in the corner to remain untouched for 2 more days...


Posted on 10/06/2011
Copyright © 2023 Gilly Wigley

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