Sneak Attack!
I stalk silently
Hands slipping over the couch
You are unaware
Eyes locked on your phone
Naive of the sneak attack
Or seemingly so
One hand lands on point
The other on your shoulder
You gasp a little
But it is too late
I kiss your now open mouth
Sliding into place
I've slipped past your guard
Pretty poorly established
All things considered
After all these years
I still love the games we play
Perpetually
Press into my touch
I feel your pulse quickening
Your mind's pure focus
They have just begun
Every contact like the first
Each touch magical
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