A Horny Sensation

It's so smooth,so delicate;
yet rough and frisky.
It moves me from side to side;
the guitar softly playing in the backround.
The beat takes over my veins,
and sinks deep within my energy.
My body dwells in your every caressing touch
to the hips.
My thighs.
My breasts.
We become a movement;
a swift gentle movement,
that cannot be replicated by any other,
who dare to try.

Our bodies are entwined like vines,
as we take in the beat of the steady bass.
The many different instruments and sounds in the music,
draw us to the dance floor.
We close our eyes and sway to the hypnotizing melody.
I find my inner self, open my eyes and run
my fingers run through his hair like a breeze,
he grasps my ass and pulls me closer.
We start dancing so mezmerized
we replicate the fluid movement of a stream.
He drawis his finger up my stomach, to my lips,
then draws in to steal a kiss.

Our lips lock tightly, and we take in each others energy,
then we spin around to the tribal beat.
Can't ignore that dub in life.
Round and round we circle each other,
matching each others body movement, and spirit.
We can't help but stare at one another.
The beading sweat.
The sensuous lip biting.
The closed imaginative eyes.
The touching of oneself.


We are the dancers of the night
keeping the music where it should be.
Everyone has left the floor
but I remain respecting he who made the beautiful music.
The only one who will dance all nite with me.
It brings our connection closer,
and keeps the fire blazing.

Dance for me. Just keep dancing with me.