That day that we saw each other and looked at each other
I knew that anything could happen and I did not run
Even more I wanted it, I encouraged you and
Our dance started ...
That exotic, enigmatic dance
That slow, sensual dance
That dance of lips
Lips exploring, savoring, enjoying without haste
Lips, insatiable sealed in an interminable encounter ...
That tender dance!
A shy dance of thirsty, hot, intertwined tongues
Sinking in every corner, and labyrinth ...
Looking for more and more
That dance of hands
Hands opening paths to humid, pulsating lands!
That possessive dance
Two bodies rooted to each other ...
Two bodies, sweaty, exhausted but unstoppable
Consumed by desire
Bodies, Surrendered
But, which however request more and more
And they end up exploding breaking that silence enveloping them.
Marylo h-P
08/18/2018