watching him, she begins
tracing the outline of her lips
with the end of her pen
smooth metal nub
cool against her skin

seduction in the air
ever-present forward attack
supposedly errant locks of hair
gently pushed back
with slender fingers.. an angled glance

births of stars.. nothing left to chance

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