Angel of Darkness
Lovers Dance - Poem by Angel of Darkness
Glistening bodies entwined
in an age-less erotic dance,
Seeking pleasures from each other
seeking wonder and romance.
She touches his face with tenderness
he draws her body near
Aching, needing hunger
will make their destiny clear.
Their lips meet in soft kisses,
their tongues begin passions war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, beind this door.
He srokes her body tenderly,
she arches up for his caress.
He finds her silver portal,
and her womanly wetness.
She moans in fiery desire,
and pulls his hand away,
wishing to end this exquisite torture,
and get on with passions play.
She straddles his waiting body,
easing him into her feminine hollow,
she leads him on a rhythmic dance,
his trusting hips must follow.
She rides him faster, even then,
to hear his wonderous sighs.
She shows him all the delights,
she has between her womanly thighs.
They stare into each other's eyes
and gasp as ectasy unreels
and tangles then in a lovers-knot
that every answer reveals
sated, they lie side by side,
spent, but hungry still
she touches him where their passion came,
and tastes her lovers spill.
Their mouths meet in passionate need,
hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
her body to explore.
Their ballet begins again,
as he thrusts his manhood in,
vowing not to end the dance,
until her moans he'll win.
Like beasts of old they become,
riding with desire,
only resting their throbbing bodies,
when sated by the fire.
~This poem was not writtin to arouse anyone. It is not about sex, it is about the bond that two people share. It's about making love to someone you TRULY care about~
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