Musical and sexual being

 
There we are until....
There we are.
Our bodies entwined, moving as one.
Our hearts beating together in steady pu
as we glide in synch.
You feel so soft and vulnerable. You taste
amazing. Your heavenly gasps of euphoria
are matched only by my own. The beat
continues as we step the Dance up a notch.
Effortlessly we soar on the winds.
You turn, I lift, we float across the floor. Then
you pause to look at me. Caressing my body
you look into my soul with those eyes.
Those seductive eyes, daring me to go
harder, to go faster. I obey.
Faster I go, harder I go. Heavier you pant.
Louder you scream. Your body against the
wall, held in my arms. Nowhere to go,
nothing to see. There is only our Dance.
The music comes to an end. The Dance
reaches its climax - the grand crescendo.
Until....... Until ....... Pigeons.