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A yearning

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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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