Slow Hot Dance of Love
Slow hot dance of love
No deadlines
No time frames
No schedules
No rush
Dancing slow
Your hands lightly entangled
In the silk of my hair
Soft touch against
My cheek and neck
Soft fingertips
Trace your mouth and body
Slow hot dance of love
Scent of your skin
Mingles with my perfume
Feel of flesh against flesh
Heat of hard muscles against
Firm, softly yielding mounds
Hands exploring, caressing
Eyes locked in their own embrace
Lips merging, tongues touching
Breath becoming one
Desire rising
Dancing slow
Slow hot dance of love
Burning passion
Overtakes us
Quickened pulse and breath
Yearning for release
But dancing slow yet
Moving closer, ever closer
To the point of no return
I moan in pleasure
You claim your treasure
Holding back, not letting go
Still dancing slow
Slow hot dance of love
Souls and bodies now entwined
No more space, no more time
Pool of warmth
Quenching sword of fire
Last steps of the dance
Satisfying desire
No more waiting
Or anticipating
The ending of our dance
Every longing pleasure
Now known full measure
Nothing left to chance
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