The Dance

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When Our Bodies Meet On The Dance Floor
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Shadows trace across your skin
The way my fingers
Long to do so
The beat of the music
Causing our bodies to sway
Two anonymous figures
In the middle of this dance floor

Your hands grip my hips
Dress bunched in your fingers
I follow your lead
Let you guide me
Wordlessly command me to move
The flow of my form
The ebb of pulsing blood
That rushes through my veins

Pebbled nipples
Your breath at my neck
My eyes close
As I bath in the cacophony
Of responses you’re eliciting in me
With the simple grind of your hips
And it’s heady
And seductive
And suggestive
God it’s suggestive

All it would take
Is the pointed glide
Of your fingers from my hip
To between my thighs
To see just how much
You pull from me
Excitement
Enticement
Lust
Longing

I hold my breathe
Lungs on fire
They beg for release
To take in air
Mimics my heated core’s cry
To take in you
And for just a moment
I think how bad would it be
If I let this happen
Right here
Right now

Goosebumps rise
In the wake of your thumb
Stroking my arm
Steady, purposeful strokes
I’m hyperaware of its movement
Attention Laser focused
On the brush of it
Back and forth

I want to take you home
And pour myself over you
Smooth like the whiskey
In my now abandoned glass
I want your tongue to trail over me
Like you’re collecting
The droplets of perspiration
That fall from the sides of it

I want to drink it down
And taste the warmth of it
Of you
To feel the burn of it
Echo throughout me
And like it
You cloud my mind and thoughts
Into fragments
Broken pictures
Reduce me to my senses
To Taste
To Touch

I want to wake up in the morning
And feel the remnants
Of you everywhere
Feel the telltale signs
That you’ve been here
Be at the mercy
Of your hangover
Body sore from your cock
Throat sore from my cries
Head fuzzy from our passion
Not ready to let in the light
Not ready to rise from your bed

You pull me from my thoughts
From imagining how perfectly
You’d fit against me
Much like how we are now
How we’d move in time with each other
If we were free
From an audience
From clothes
From inhibitions

I can feel every point
In which your body meets mine
And damn I don’t want this to end
But equally need it to
It’s only moments before the song stops

Face flushed
Chest flushed
I’m left aching
And wanting
I give you a smile
And you give it right back
We both know
The music might have ended
But out night has just begun

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Paul4playPaul4playover 2 years ago

Ah yes, the dance floor mating ritual!

So deliciously rhythmic and erotic!

MaydaypilotMaydaypilotover 2 years ago

Erotic dancing flames. Consuming the writer and her reader.

AuralStimulationAuralStimulationover 2 years ago

Oh my god, this gives new meaning to the term "Dirty Dancing". The most erotic, sensuous and delicious thing I've seen in ages. I will be reading and rereading this again and again.

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