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You are succulent sweet fruit

Caressed carefully so not to bruise

Your fragile flesh

You bloom, open, Mimosa

Fragrant petals quiver at the slightest breath

We begin the dance

Silohuettes lit by pale moonlight filtered through curtains

Sway in the midnight breeze

Tracing the nape of your neck

With a tentative finger

Your body glistens

Droplets on a chilled glass on a hot summer day

Fluid movement

You are wrapped round me

Until the dance is over

Warm against you

Hands exploring your full lips

An open door

An invititation

To dance again