She glides through the bar

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Cuddles, puddles of affection

yearning to linger,

Pupils locked in silent conversation

her cheek seducing my finger.

Face, figure and essence

rash remnant of Venus,

Conveyor belt of our conscious

ferrying fondness between us.

A mile is a league too close,

a foot is an inch too far,

And I smile a sly smile of knowing

as she glides through the bar.

Mindful, meaningful twinning of limbs

Compliment blending of form,

Familiar crevice contours

Delightful, delicate, warm.

Eye-closing, heart-pulsing nearness of her

casting all logic aside,

Pounding, resounding resonant beat

approaching cosmic divide,

Tradition and caution gone to the loft

as I order another undrinkable jar,

And the till and her eyes tinkle in tune

As she glides through the bar.

And I spied her seven times in a row,

A truly remarkable week,

Never proud, never loud never brash,

I could scarcely describe her as meek.

The hooded power of embrace

can’t sully, sunder or sever

This fabric of closeness we weave

Cuddling  together forever.

And these are the thoughts I favour

She makes me feel like a Czar

And I watch and I wonder and wait

While she glides through the bar.