Let's Dance....

Glistening bodies entwined
in an ageless erotic dance,
seeking pleasures from each other,
seeking wonder and romance.

She touches his face with tenderness.
He draws her body near.
Aching, needing hunger
will make their destiny clear.

Their lips meet in soft kisses,
their tongues begin passion's war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, behind this door.

He strokes her body tenderly,
she arches up for his caress.
He finds her silken portal
and her womanly wetness.

She moans in fiery desire
and pulls his hand away,
wishing to end this exquisite torture
and get on with passion's play.

She straddles his waiting body,
eases him into her feminine hollow.
She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
his thrusting hips must follow.

She rides him faster, even then,
to hear his wondrous sighs.
She shows him all the delights
she has between her womanly thighs.

They stare into each other's eyes
and gasp as ecstasy unreels,
and tangles them in a lover's knot
that every answer reveals.

Sated, they lie side by side,
spent but hungering still.
She touches him where their passion came
and tastes their lovers spill.

Their mouths meet in passionate need,
hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
her body to explore.

Their ballet begins again,
as he thrusts his manhood in,
vowing not to end the dance
unless her cries he'll win.

Like beasts of old they become,
riding with desire,
only resting their throbbing bodies
when sated by their fire.


Omaciti, this is what's in my mind's eye as I listen to your moans and gasps of pleasure and ecstasy. Listening as your fingers trace along your body where my fingers would be if I were there. Listening as you describe your hard nipples or swollen clit. Listening as your breathing gets faster and deeper. Imagining my tongue in your pussy, tasting you, pleasing you instead of your fingers. Imagining my cock inside of you instead of your toy. Wishing I was actually sliding in and out of you instead of just describing it to you. Wishing I could feel you on top of me, see your tits bouncing instead of just imagining it. But most of all, wishing I could be there to feel your body quiver as you climax, feel your pussy tighten up around me, feel your hard nipples against my chest, and lay with you afterwards, feeling you breathe, feeling your heartbeat slow, until we are ready to do it again. One day, Omaciti, one day...