The Dance

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