you touched my leg high thigh
under the table all night
when you leaned in to whisper
you put your lips to my ear
with knowing eyes your friends
left you to play with your food
but we stayed until closing time
leaning against my car
under the cold September moon
with bare arms in gooseflesh you
asked rhetorically so what happens now
i opened my jacket to you
your whole body pressed to mine
enfolded and enfolding as though
i was never before kissed
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