The D/s Tango

 
 
They enter as one...  
 
He…  
extends his hand, waiting for her acceptance  
She …  
curtsies, her demure gaze beckoning him like a sirens song  
 He...  
gazes at her with unnerved thoroughness  
 
The dancehall is like no other  
No pictures adorn the walls  
Her body, the only canvas he will need tonight  
Colored solely by the lash of his whip  
 
One lash...two lash....back lash...pause  
 Back arched, she absorbs the feel of him  
 
One step...two step...back step...pause  
Red stripes sink into a white canvas  
 
Three lash...four lash...front lash...pause  
Soft whimpers echoing through the hall  
 
Parallel foot... cross foot...double time  
The aching tension between them builds  
 
Brazen hands breach her every defence  
With the onslaught of raw physical force  
 
Shuddering with desire  
She relentlessly, grinds her hips against his  
 
Their bodies collide  
Deep into the vortex of heady sensations  
 
 
Radiating in each others heat  
Burning...Yearning...Trembling
 
The music stops....until the next dance begins  
 
~WW