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Save Room for Dessert

Black tie gala, five star hotel, final preparations                
Savoring the shower, trying to rejuvenate, second wind                
               
Stepping out, I wipe the mirror, start to shave                
See you on the bed in the reflection, take my breath away                
               
Lying on the amassed pillows, you are wearing only my tuxedo shirt      
Long red tresses flowing down, fingers play so I can see                
               
I start to speak, shatter the seduction, your hand rises                
Sticky finger on your hungry lips, silences all resistance                
               
Sitting on the bed, I lean over on my elbow, get more comfortable  
Dancing fingers trace there way southward, agonizingly slow, hearing your breath slow and deepen                
               
Your eyes slowly close, your petals again within reach, soft moans and French whispers                
Arousal stirs, my desire unfolds, torn between being spectator or ravisher                
               
Finally your eyes open, gaze directly into mine, my signal                
I slide with stealth and purpose, our lips connect, then mouths devour      
               
Rolling over, you wind up on top of me, our lips never break contact  
My hands caress, cup, and fondle everything feminine about you, locked in each other's eyes                
               
Our coupling is seemless, warm sheathing pool, a moment of stillness
Then rythmic movement, a dance of Eros, drowning in your auburn hair    
               
Desire cannot be denied, we reach the summit together                
Tightly grasp sheets, kisses muffle moans, a sky full of stars                
               
After dressing, we are downstairs, walking up to our table              
Late for the main course, but smiling having already had dessert                
               
Smelling your perfume in the collar of my silken shirt, my hand tightens around yours            
Staring in your eyes, I see no one else, till finally the music plays so we can continue our dance
Written by LeColonel
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