red light/green light

the tip of my your fingers gently pull my waist

and I lessen the space between us

your breath on the back of my neck

stinks of goodness

my senses are not accustom

and with stolen glances

you move boulders set around my heart

and I allow the wind to steal your kisses for me

in front of her

and everyone

blind witnesses

Nkenge Jones

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