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Inched up super close
it’s hard to tell 
exactly what it is of course
with all due respect 
she knows how to move
against the edges
she whispers again. 
Time plays with attention
she grasps the hour
going beyond us
the mood shifts and moves. 
I can picture 
no other life
coming close 
to being inside her,
I reach, and she receives
hips are effortless now. 
Palm to ass
I thumb 
her leather belt
and push her down 
pausing the pressure source,
and so she waits
until I ask
‘Move for Me Tonight.”
Eyes are focused cold
she takes her place
favorite or otherwise 
she needs the release. 

Inside the session now
she turns the volume up
bare breasts to shoulders
she kisses herself
something new of course
forward leaning
a new perfume
or lip gloss
she truly shines. 
With a heavy hand
I trace my name
across her back
lower this time
she whispers,
“Cover me.”
The room divides
something about the music
I didn’t picture
this collision tonight
the sensation 
of making love
under neon lights
the passing pounding
rhythm that’s inside us
eases the ache.  
I take in an eye-full
and watch her 
the turn on
is both
being prized and cherished 
the one and only
to cover her.