Intimacy is so much more than sex
it's grabbing ass
in the grocery store
when no one is looking.
it's devilish glances
across the table
when no one is paying attention.
it's kissing... touching
in the hall at the party
where no one can see.
it's tension and build up
tickling and wrestling
it's the graze of soft fingers along peach skin
it's the taste of sweat wherever lips may reach
it's the pink trailing my excited fingernails
it's bruised skin where teeth and hands dig in
it's memorizing the hills and valleys of the body
it's appreciating the texture of hair
it's the scent of hormones and instinct
the oldest game,
an ancient dance,
bodies versus bodies
souls gripping souls.
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