I can get lost in a line.
A bare, red support climbing over a pale shoulder.
The spaghetti strap to the sexy cocktail dress
that no one in the room can stop staring at.
But my mind is on your skin
And I imagine stepping close,
slipping two fingers under that string and lightly
tracing your shoulder , gently up and down,
with the backs of my fingers.
I smell your perfume
as my breath catches
and my chest, aches.
Then I open my eyes back to the crowded room.
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