The look in your eye,
the squeeze of your hand
around my waist,
delicate kiss on my face.
We're dancing.
the mating call,
it gets us all.
A single sly glance
across the room,
body language promises,
we'll dance together soon.
Bedroom dancing.
The mating call
is fun for all.
Smooth sheets,
skin on skin,
hip to hip,
loving in sin.
Conciosness slips,
for the moment
we're in
heaven.
Author notes
Written whilst listning to Eau D'Bedroom Dancing by Le Tigre, hence the name/dancing metaphor.
A contest entry
- Win My Heart by tears.of.silence.
400 points, ended June 1, 19 entries
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Comments
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Very interesting poem. I loved the flow and the way you did this. Great work. Thank you for entering the contes and best of luck to you. kahy
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