The Dance

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Hi baby, it’s been a while
And he asks me if we can meet
Been thinking about you, he says
And so
He comes
To me
And the dance begins

Deep kisses at the door
From a winters night
The cold air lingers on him
He holds me in his arms
Baby you feel so good
Nuzzles at my ear
baby,
     baby,
           baby
His hand slides to my ass
And the kisses never end

And I melt a little
   I bend in his arms
        I can’t seem to get enough

In the hallway
We start to shed
The layers of the day
The layers of the last time
He came to me
Wrapped up in his grasp
And his magnet charm
We are reduced
To writhing animals
Taking each other in
Passions way
Coming in
For the killing
Taking me
Until
Exhausted sleep seeps in.

2am
Time to go
He softly kisses me
Leaving
I hug my quilt and dreams

Days
And weeks
Linger on
In silence

Then a call

Baby, it’s been a while
He asks if we can meet

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Pandoras DesirePandoras Desireabout 17 years ago
Bravo

That was good! I liked the beginning, as ya brought it back to the end.

The Gentle Man06The Gentle Man06over 18 years ago
Nice!

This is very well written! I love the line, "We start to shed the layers of the day." It doesn't get any better! Thanks for sharing!

My Erotic TrailMy Erotic Trailover 18 years ago
a wolf howels

making his rounds at his favorite frolic... a very nice write that displays the joys and sadness of love poetically

LiarLiarover 18 years ago
Nice and sensual

This one definitely has it's moments.

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