The Lovers' Dance
I feel weightless,
Despite the full grown man,
Pressing his body against my own.
His skin is wet and delightfully
Salty as I kiss the indent of his neck,
Pulling him closer, deeper,
Feeling his heart race upon my chest.
We are dancers, moving gracefully
To the beat of each other’s heart,
We twist and glide with the rhythmic pounding
Only breaking the silence to let
A moan of ecstasy escape our chapped lips.
The beat only gets faster,
As we hold each other tighter,
Shaking and shuddering,
A mess of convulsions in each other’s arms,
Your warmth makes me weightless,
Your scent makes me smile,
And the movement of our bodies in unison,
Makes me scream.
This is love.
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