From kisses to consciousness, a poem

I sweep my right hand out and back,
swimming softly through the darkness
with a rustle of silk on sheets
until my hand meets a hard surface
fingers dance across, a subtle ballet
before wrenching it free with a snick
the soft sound of a cord falling to the floor
and then I roll toward the …
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