Dance

Her hips sway,
holding me in
her intoxicating rhythm

Her eyes, half-lidded,
follow mine
as we ebb and flow

She maintains a soft
sweet smile,
shy enough to
bring me to my knees

She glistens as
the passion of our action
fills her with heat

My lips take to her ear,
one of her
delightful weak spots

Her voice becomes
a songful tremor,
a delicate mew

I hope to steep her
in excessive pleasure,
all that she wants

And her words,
shivering like her thighs,
beg:

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