Ray Anyasi

Rhumba Dance

Dude, this must be the rhumba dance.
Is it worth defining your life?
The tangled long legs. Two hairy and sturdy.
And two long and smooth.
Slightly shifting against each other.
In short, jerking amplitudes.
The firm, clutching grip by steely arms,
Around a slender and tender torso.
The wet navel against wet navel.
The feel of tout nipples.
The strong eyes of 'do me please! '
Prickly stubs against soft blushing chin.
Sweat-washed make-up from the face.
Trickling sweat confluencing
Into the crack of your buttocks.
The back and forth.
The in and out.
The 'uhhh' and the 'ahhh.'
The changing positions.
The search for signs inside the other's eyes.
The flush of affection.
The sensual feel of emotions.
The temporal assumption of safety.
The silent but earnest plea
Of harder, harder, harder.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.
All from a breathy weak voice,
That tingles your ears sweetly.
And pumps your blood swiftly.
The soothing listen of resonating heart beats.
It starts slowly.
Then harder and faster.
Till the explosion is near.
A repeated convulsing spasm
Hard to control...overwhelming.
Then ultimately, a drawn gasp.
A long drawn gasp of...
Uuhhh aarhh...ooohhh gaaad...
Dude, is this what you live for?

Topic(s) of this poem: love, romance, sex

Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 25, 2017

Form: Dramatic Monologue


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Comments about Rhumba Dance by Ray Anyasi

  • Gajanan MishraGajanan Mishra (3/26/2017 12:09:00 AM)

    harder and faster lifer, good.

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