i no longer speak to the wind,
she doesn't listen,
and she blows whichever way she wants

Glittering gold,
Blazing reds;
Vividly bold,
Bedazzled threads.
Sparkling silver,
Onyx lace,
Feathered crowns,
And a hidden face;
A masquerade of fabrication,
Patrons dance away the night;
They revel in such admiration,
Till shines the light of dawn.

As you glide your hands across my naked body
you leave behind the mark of the beast.
We let lust get the best of us so easily

because with every stroke comes so much power
and moaning that continues to get a little bit louder.

So as your fingers continue to dance across my skin
My temperature rises in the name of

sin.

here we are
chest to chest
wandering slowly out of the untold world of
immeasurable addiction
he's done it again

heavy breathing, messy hair and sweat beads formed on the top of your brow
reveal our very true tale
of The Dance with Two Backs

you lay in absolute silence
so peacefully and elegantly
that
I feel urged follow in your lead
I can't help but begin to admire every crevice and beauty mark
painted across your skin
taking in the moment

your fingers are now interlocked with mine
your eyes are closed and your naked body revealed
I see you clearer than I ever have before
and I am unsure if what I see is even my reality
our reality
it is just too good to be true

why is it that when he gets his satisfaction
he still will not stop until my body shakes with joy
why is it that even after we finish
kissing and caressing each other until day break
he takes a second to grab a hold of my face
to ask if I am okay
really okay

he does not scurry off or make haste to leave my presence
instead
he holds onto my hand
and falls into the deepest sleep
ensuring that our body heats combine into one effortless force of happiness
and while our high is coming down
the love we share continues to rise