Feeling your touch distantly,
calling out your name in whispers unsaid.
Playing hard to get isn't fun
if your not playing too,
simply - your
hard to hold on to,
I've already tried catching you.
Dancing, moving, flowing,
like a ribbon in the sky....
broken free from loose strands......
caught the smiles,
the shy looks, the hand holding.
So long Oh so so so very long now
I've knew & known those strong hands
holding me.
we've configured our bodies,
embraced- the soft silky smooth texture of skin,
golden perfectly formed muscles ,
holding me tight up against your chiseled chest
as we merge- twist swing push pull spin
again again again & again.
spinning round around round & around
songs mingled melodies spark causing us to get closer,
closer closer & even closer...
I'm trapped luxuriously- your mmm unreal
intoxication- like webs of stars
caught on my dream catcher.
hips pressed close legs mingle
as we twist this and that way.
hand on the swell of my backside,
Squeeze turn pause- dipping low lower,
dip me again - magnetize my alluring persona.
Alleviate this unknown aridity that leaves
me dry mouthed
longing for your touch once more.
Songs ending it's last call
Butterfly's catch in the pit of my stomach,
after seeing you with her
seeing you shyly smile up
at her while you forget.
the touch of our hands,
the smell of our scent & sweat mingled as one
like lover for the very first time
the floor was our bed
our playground until the music
drifted
softly slowly away & she came into
focus....
stepping back i look from you to her
holding my breath when you truned my way,
You bowed over my hand kissed it lovingly.
Causing longing, craving & hot flashes
for hours until now- mingled with sweaty palms
as you walk past me back to her side.
am i playing the wrong game?
Every weekend with you it's almost the same.
You find me- stalk me until i relentlessly give in,
dancing, swaying,
bodies so close causing us to forget ,
forget it all.......
Dance floor becoming our bedroom,
so many times so many hours
swaying- flowing bodies intertwined,
meshed together again & again.
spinning around & round.
With me me me & you oh you you you
your dipping me .
your hands always mmm always on
my lower back,
music loudly sweetly drumming
like our heart beats
becoming our Tantra Taboo(s).....
she smiles at me then looks up- smiling
gleefully in your eyes
as you both walk out the dance hall....
**** I shouldn't of expected a **** thang-
Oh well that's what happens more often than not- to me
on a
Friday Night(s)
Always Me Ayeshah
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC
Feeling your touch distantly,
calling out your name in whispers unsaid.
Playing hard to get isn't fun
if your not playing too,
simply - your
hard to hold on to,
I've already tried catching you.
Dancing, moving, flowing,
like a ribbon in the sky....
broken free from loose strands......
caught the smiles,
the shy looks, the hand holding.
So long Oh so so so very long now
I've knew & known those strong hands
holding me.
we've configured our bodies,
embraced- the soft silky smooth texture of skin,
golden perfectly formed muscles ,
holding me tight up against your chiseled chest
as we merge- twist swing push pull spin
again again again & again.
spinning round around round & around
songs mingled melodies spark causing us to get closer,
closer closer & even closer...
I'm trapped luxuriously- your mmm unreal
intoxication- like webs of stars
caught on my dream catcher.
hips pressed close legs mingle
as we twist this and that way.
hand on the swell of my backside,
Squeeze turn pause- dipping low lower,
dip me again - magnetize my alluring persona.
Alleviate this unknown aridity that leaves
me dry mouthed
longing for your touch once more.
Songs ending it's last call
Butterfly's catch in the pit of my stomach,
after seeing you with her
seeing you shyly smile up
at her while you forget.
the touch of our hands,
the smell of our scent & sweat mingled as one
like lover for the very first time
the floor was our bed
our playground until the music
drifted
softly slowly away & she came into
focus....
stepping back i look from you to her
holding my breath when you truned my way,
You bowed over my hand kissed it lovingly.
Causing longing, craving & hot flashes
for hours until now- mingled with sweaty palms
as you walk past me back to her side.
am i playing the wrong game?
Every weekend with you it's almost the same.
You find me- stalk me until i relentlessly give in,
dancing, swaying,
bodies so close causing us to forget ,
forget it all.......
Dance floor becoming our bedroom,
so many times so many hours
swaying- flowing bodies intertwined,
meshed together again & again.
spinning around & round.
With me me me & you oh you you you
your dipping me .
your hands always mmm always on
my lower back,
music loudly sweetly drumming
like our heart beats
becoming our Tantra Taboo(s).....
she smiles at me then looks up- smiling
gleefully in your eyes
as you both walk out the dance hall....
**** I shouldn't of expected a **** thang-
Oh well that's what happens more often than not- to me
on a
Friday Night(s)
Always Me Ayeshah
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