I felt his heat from afar. . . .
across the room a burning stare,
his dark eyes building a fire,
hypnotizing my body with desire;
feeling uncontrollable trembles,
the Champagne fills my senses,
as he walked slowly forward;
with music guiding his stride,
my heart beat quickens,
as my mouth goes dry;
anticipating thoughts of my
coming salacious anxious fate;
my glass is replaced by
his sheer firm hand as
strong arms slide down
my waist, our bodies meet,
with escaping tasty sighs;
three words he echo's in haste,
" Dance with me," his husky
voice pleads; I nod a reply;
then we move at once, as one,
in tuned in a rhapsody of time,
our movements together
forever, entwined.
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Written May 21st, 2006
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sweet
What a sweet poem. It is truelly wonderful. Plus it is about danceing! I love to dance! I would enjoy dancing with aaron one day as well, although i cant slow dance worth anything, I am sure he will teach me, he has a lot to teach me, just like i have a lot to teach him. But only when he is ready. -
terrific
This poem flows like a melody dear poet. I have no problems seeing "the dance", teribbly erotic poem with out the usual profanity Barb. A truly wonderfully written poem with great description. You are an amazing poet. God Bless--
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