a
Modest
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The Writings of Vangie Pinkney

meeting

crowded room
people everywhere
smiling
through me
I look around feeling
the heat of your eyes
looking at me
undressing me
caressing me

possessing me
loving me
no one else matters
across the room
he strides
a god
takes my
hand
searching my eyes
for my reactions
he feels my heat

as he bids me come in
his arms i lean
we fit
the music stops
but we still stand
molded into
one
lost in the moment
embarrassed
laughter
brings us back
his smile disarming
and oh so
charming
takes me back to my seat
and stays
Hello.

- Vangie Pinkney