Our bodies sway to the music,
twirling,
sliding,
hopping,
on the slick wooden floor.
Our hands clasped together,
in this melody,
our feet draws intricate patterns,
as beautiful as the galaxies
in the expanse
of the cosmos,
on the slick wooden floor.
Our hearts beat faster,
and faster,
blood rushing in
our veins,
our breath mists
as we feel our energies
ebb away.
Our bodies exposed
to each other,
caressing,
holding,
each fingertips,
embedded on our
heated skin.
Our bodies touching,
our hips swaying
to the music
as we dance on the
slick wooden floor.
Our sweat drops,
our clothes crumpling,
as we dance along
on the slick wooden floor.
Our senses tingles,
becoming sensitive,
to each other;
each touch,
each whispers,
each exhalation,
everything within us,
are enjoined.
We move
in sync
with the tempo
of the music,
on the
slick wooden floor.
The exhilaration
of this dance,
will forever
be remembered.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Our bodies sway to the music,
twirling,
sliding,
hopping,
on the slick wooden floor.
Our hands clasped together,
in this melody,
our feet draws intricate patterns,
as beautiful as the galaxies
in the expanse
of the cosmos,
on the slick wooden floor.
Our hearts beat faster,
and faster,
blood rushing in
our veins,
our breath mists
as we feel our energies
ebb away.
Our bodies exposed
to each other,
caressing,
holding,
each fingertips,
embedded on our
heated skin.
Our bodies touching,
our hips swaying
to the music
as we dance on the
slick wooden floor.
Our sweat drops,
our clothes crumpling,
as we dance along
on the slick wooden floor.
Our senses tingles,
becoming sensitive,
to each other;
each touch,
each whispers,
each exhalation,
everything within us,
are enjoined.
We move
in sync
with the tempo
of the music,
on the
slick wooden floor.
The exhilaration
of this dance,
will forever
be remembered.
