Wildly Sensual

Around and round she swirls never knowing where she will end.

In her heart she yearns to reach out and touch the gorgeous man just beyond her arms reach.

She can see inside him and knows that his fire is burning for her.

His eyes consume her, she can recognise the uncontrollable passion that she has ignited as her spinning form draws him in, closer and closer but never close enough to really caress in her destitutely delightful dancing.

And then she notices, his lips, they are like roses, she can imagine them gently caressing her own but will she ever reach them?

The dancing never stops.

Such a graceful swirling ‘willy-willy’ sucking his body forward and dragging him seductively towards her inspiring physical form.

Spinning and twirling in her energetic entrancement, her breasts gently move to a rhythm that makes him hold his breath with unfulfilled lust for her.

And surrounding her ever moving form, is the cage of her dreams, so carefully contrived to keep him just far enough away from her so that her secret remains secure.

The wildness lives so demonically inside her burning lust for him.

She is eaten up with the passion of her body’s knowledge, that it is his gentle form that her hands long to travel over and journey to another side so well hidden from herself.

How her dancing ignites her body, her breast tingle with their knowledge that she might offer them to his succulently sensual lips that he might feast upon her raw flesh of exotic sacrifice.

His eyes close as his mind wander towards her entrapped physical form, for his nose tells him she is a juicy fruit, so ripe and warmed by summer gentle heat that he might consume her sweetness in knowing satisfaction of his hunger.

Please, gently please, taken gently; you know you are his.

Lips wandering over the petals and searching for the bud that creates a blinding light of blissful lust.

Deny not, for even as the energetic form creates an illusion, he know the secret of her gushing passion cannot be hidden from his questioning lips that glide seductively across her welcoming destination.

How can she release herself, to fly above the space her passionate yearning for release lives within?

It is her own sensual choices that hold her to her dance of knowing eruptions of blinding rigid climatic bliss.

Her heart so carefully cradled is smiling at the childlike quest for joined friction of silky flesh.

Rocking forward, her eyes fly open to know his spurting form, and she plays in the fountain’s cool liquid on a fiercely hot dry day.

And she is so close.

The ocean of her dreams, she can hear its crashing waves offering her so much more than she ever imagined was her right.

How can she bear that endless enticing escape that draws her closer; the waves crashing so near her cannot be borne.

Knowing that her body’s desires might be let lose to know her true self on the waves on her oceans of lustful caresses.

The girl inside her floats away in playful sensuality, knowing that her release has come at last.

And there as she reaches out in the waves of her passionate dreams, her fingers find his and their hands clasp together for they float free to enjoy the delight that once remained unknowable to her.