' ' ' ' ' ' 'spies Are Us

Mingling amongst guests we telegraph our inner feelings across a crowed room enchanted with each other the lift of an eyebrow a toss of curls speaking to each other exclusively in telegraphese. 'Sexy! ' - stop. 'Oh...please! ' - stop. 'Oh stop! ' - stop. 'Oh don't stop! ' - stop. touching each other telepathetically. At last we come back to one another in the centre of the room our lips sealing with desire what we have already siad without saying anything smuggling little touches across the borders of decorum & good taste like spies stealing secrets & making good our escape.