Slippery

It is that notion of connection

That interaction

Our possibilities; a sultry, smooth, seduction

Any random afternoon

When your tone, a sort of moon

Lit serenade

I look at you

You look at me

I see a smirk and we are sliding toward

Sea level

That is where I want to be with you

below the horizon

just off the grid

Where I may glance upon your lovely skin

While others go about their lives

Unraveled and distracted just beyond the edge