DANCING PRACTICE

As we practise our moves
your caressing hand soothes
around every curve,
making my heartbeats swerve.....
 
One runs over my breast,
another comes to rest
where my shorts are shielding
my sex. Soon I'm yielding
as hands moulding around
myself make my heart pound.
 
I am raising my arms
as a hand palms my charms,
when you give them a tease
with a protective squeeze,
drawing me deeply more
into your warm aura.
Where you go I will go,
unashamed what we show.
 
The music overtakes
all fears. My heart forsakes
all cautions, cast to wind
as by your arms I'm spinned
and lifted to the sky,
stretched out as if to fly.