catches you off guard
and skims the edge of you like a
finger traces the outline of your knee,
hits you like the whiff of
electricity before a storm,
hunts you with pheromones,
strikes while you aren't looking
isn't complete
until you fall away exhausted
and satisfied,
wouldn't exist without
the dance of two elements:
the object of your desire, admiration, rage
and you, bewildered and reaching
holds your face in its hands
and stares at you, unflinching
as if to take it all in, naked and
unobstructed
unabashed, unafraid.
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