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Pressed

The glass was smoked
Impulse rode within

Other eyes looked,
then away,
tucked inside burning faces,
Their fingertips traced
frayed edges,
waiting for floors to float,
staring at corners
with round notions

We were strong thoughts,
fleeting around long kiss nerves,
speaking in wet language

Willing bodies,
magnetized by inner vibes and lure

A sultry ambience
tightened the space,
combusting our yearning
for alone time
in our ascension

You pressed me then,
as a rag doll left out in the rain
right up against the glass

My skirt was sigh high
and simmering
over curves
that fit your hands

I loved the way
it made my insides
feel outside and urgent
You just kept
pressing
the buttons

Doors opened
that never have

-Regina