Danse Sensual


A smoky haze billows upward
in the tangible heat that surrounds us
on the crowded dance floor
but for all the notice we give it
it may as well be
just you and I

The feelings
you stir up inside of me
as the air around us
pops
with the electricity of us
matching
the slow tempo
that achingly throbs
deep within

Your fingertips stroke
first softly here,
then a gossamer whisper of contact
caresses me
leaving me little
to imagine how it would feel
if you were stroking me
there

What is it…
…the music?
…the Chianti?
…the manly scent of you?
what is the driver
turning my
aphrodisiac screws
loose?

You breathe
so sensually
unto my neck
making me close my eyes
and embrace your touch
you could take me
right then
right there
and we both know it

A deep throated moan
escapes my lips,
lips as parted
as my trembling thighs
wish they could be

“come”
you softly whisper
indicating the exit
saving me from myself

too late

 

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Theme Thursday| Intoxicate

13 thoughts on “Danse Sensual

  1. Hi Ravienne,

    I think I need a room right now. I can remember those dances like that and the feelings one feels with the right person. Oh the whispers, the gentle touches, the not so gentle touches, yes I need a room. Oh okay I am already in a room but I need hubby in the room.

    Thanks for sharing such an intoxicating and sensual poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday. I hope you get to go dance and then get a room with someone special. We always need someone special.

    God bless.

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