Body Language
poem by:
Evelyn/Eve Jones-Hall
Written
on Apr 24, 2016
I see you across the room, your eyes are fixed right on me. They start at the top of my head and go down to my high-heeled shoes. I try to concentrate on something else, but my eyes keep returning back to you. I become uneasy, uncomfortable, as you begin to approach me. You ask me for a dance, I don't hesitate, I eagerly enter into your embrace. Bodies attracting like a magnet, sticking together like glue. Your body speaks fluently, mine... listens. (c) 2015 Cagedbird
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Christopher Russon commented:
I like your poem .And that's how it all starts one step leads to another.
