When parallel planes meet.

When parallel planes meet.

As eyes clashed momentarily,

regaining composure

I saw her hip groove

to my beat.

Leaving a trail

of erotic sensations

quivering in her wake,

she looked over her shoulder

smiling and winked.

I smiled or did I wave?

I can't remember.

No woman has a right to look like she does

and know what I'm thinking.

But she did!