as if the years have been heavy.
Compacted by overburden
that squat form struggles
to catch up with it's
viciously energetic soul.

Through my love I can see
those hips that rocked me
swaying,
dancing,
free.

True beauty.

Our fingers graze
      As I pass his cup
            My eyes meet his
                      
                            He smiles.

                                       Seduction is subtle.