Daemon Maxwell - Writer

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The Dance

Jorge Láscar from Australia, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

We move together, inch across the floor

and as I hold your body close to me.

Your face in mine, I savor every pore;

Your eyes, they kill, a lethal dose to me.

 

We turn together, muscles taut and tan

and as you quickly take the lead from me,

under your guidance, I’m a bigger man,

strong hands wherever you have need of me.

 

We glide together; you yield to my lunge.

Pace picks up; both dancers breathe steadily.

The climax comes, we take the plunge,

I dip, your hips embrace me readily.

 

And now the dance is over, feeling gone;

House lights come up as lust dies with the dawn.