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Watching

I watch them; 

lovers at a distance 
in a dimension far off. 

They dance with bodies 
wrapped and open, 
flesh against flesh. 

Moist and soft and firm 
and rising and falling 
in natural rhythms 
of color round. 

Seeking and finding; 
immersed in trance. 
Sweating and sliding 
under belly and thigh 
as muscles tense relax. 

Falling back, hair against hair 
and thought against thought. 

Longing, 

the subtle shudder hopes 
for more and again.