Stop the dance

Stop the dance

With a outstretched hand across the void, the poet stops her dance, he pulls her close into his embrace, he had to take the chance

In a blink of an eye they were no longer dancing in a field of Celtish Heather, they were in the poets bedroom, at last they were together

No longer chasing a giggling, dancing girl, the poet was in control, passions spark crackled between them, she was a Goddess now and not a dancing doll

He at last could touch her body, run his hands across her lace covered skin, the tension was electric, his mind was intent on sin

He mapped out every part of her, not an inch of her went to waste, now he'd touched her sexy curves, what he wanted was a taste

Staring face to face, he looked into her big Brown eyes, his lips touch her sensual neck, she let out some soft sweet sighs

He moved up her pretty neck, finally he kissed her on the lips, she return the kiss with gusto, as he guided her by her hips

He led her to his bed, there he laid the Goddess down, with a sigh of contentment, she closed her eyes of prettiest Brown

He slowly spread her legs apart, she willingly gave herself to him, he moved in between her thighs, he wanted his tongue to go within

He slowly kissed along her inner thighs she guided him by his head, playfully he nipped her skin, his hunger must be fed

Finally he was at her Rose, his thumbs spread her Rose apart, he was so close to her now, she could hear his pounding heart

He moved his mouth in closer, his lips brushed her open Rose, he could smell her fragrance, she was a Celtic Rose

Her lips were glistening, with his tongue he took a taste, she was so sweet and delicious, there's not a drop to waste

He began to lap her, his tongue danced along her slit, probing, flicking, licking, his tongue made circular motions on her clit

The Goddess got into her stride, she matched each rise and fall, the poet wanted to please her, he gave the girl his all

Orgasm flowed right over her but this had started in her head, a connection made across the void and finished in his bed

At last they were as one, good job the poet took the chance, to reach out to the Goddess and for a moment stop the dance

Ron