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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
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
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