We left our bodies, but not our senses
hot tongue lashing, warm neck swooning
arms and fingers clutching, exploring…
We danced an Otis levitation
oooo's and ahhh’s, smiles so wide
hindered by post-modern walls
our corporeal bodies never moving
respectable, proper, in office attire
straight, erect, staring straight ahead…
Mmmm mmmm...
but such a journey
between the 21st and 38th floors;
I was breaking sweat before it ended…
So we seemed motionless,
though one tiny move, one small twitch closer
and I'd have been glued to her forever…
Silver trophy winner
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