We Move

We move to the bar
Glasses in our hands
You absently brush against my nipple
My hand strokes your crotch

We move to our table
Hands in our hands
You pour wine into my glass
My foot sliding up your calf

We move to dessert
Spoons in our hands
You place the plate between us
My tongue licking my lips

We move to the dance floor
Our bodies in our hands
You place your leg between my thighs
My sex pushes against yours

We move to the pavement
Hands in our hands
You pull me towards you
My tongue explores your mouth

We move to the elevator
Frantic passion in our hands
You push me against the carpet walls
My leg wraps around you

We move to the bedroom
Gripping flesh in our hands
You unfasten my evening gown
My aroma fills the air

We move to the bathroom
Water runs through our hands
You wipe the torrent from your face
My mouth wraps round your glans

We move to the rhythm
Passions in our hands
You sigh, breathing deeply
My mouth excites you

We move positions
Water flowing through our hands
You lift my leg for access
My sex is eager for you

We move to the floor
Gripping the bathtub in our hands
You plunge yourself inside me
My body arcs in welcome

We move to your rhythm
Knuckles tense on our hands
You contort your face in orgasm
My body tight as I join you

We move to Nirvana
Loosing grip of our hands
You growl ecstatic ecstasy
My screams join in harmony

We move to the afterglow
Hands holding hands
You still inside me
My skin glowing contentment