Our Own Dance

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Our Own Dance

It was late afternoon, your finger dances along my skin

The scent of your cologne is like a heroine,

Keeping me high

Feels like I'm touching the sky.

Your lips trace to where your hands were,

Rough, unshaven cheek

I tremble when you nip,

Lips sucking..

Gently nibbling...

Heating my skin

Going down, finding my navel

Burning hot like hell.

Hands exploring...

Softly moaning...

Sweating in anticipation...

Passion building...

I close my eyes as I pull your hair..

That sensation I cannot bare,

Fire spreads thru my my veins.

I moan and scream, can't catch my breathe

Your moves make me burn in every curve and turn

Those sensations kills me

As your hands explore my body.

Kissing me...

Sucking me...

Teasing and pleasing infinitely.

Fast... I want your move faster.

I want this urge to take me hard, rough and deeper.