Across a crowded room or disco bar
Two pairs of eyes each to the other bare
The promise of a secret soon to share.

Strangers in sudden intimacy lock,
In warm embrace two hungry bodies link,
In mutual, ecstatic passion drink.

Anonymous nakedness still entwined,
Two ships that meet, then pass, both undesigned,
Have burned like suns with plasmafied desire.

No promises, no betrothed, and no bride,
The soft, sensual stranger at his side
Will with the morning mist recede and fade.

Encounters of the flesh, unchained and free
Burn bright and hot, but with the briefest flame.
Who needs to use, or even know, a name?

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