The Dance Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

THE ROOM IS DARK, THE CANDLES ARE LIT
THE MUSIC IS LOW AS WE DANCE
FEELING HIS MUSCLES WHEN HE BRINGS ME CLOSER
AND NOT CARING ABOUT TIME
BECAUSE I'M FEELING JUST FINE
BECAUSE MY TEMPERATURE IS RISING,
MY BODY PULSATING WITH HIS EVERY TOUCH,
HIS FEEL, HIS SWEET SMELL AND HIS SMILE,
ALONG WITH HIS FIRM KISS,
OH HOW I'M LOVING HIM SO MUCH
JUST LIKE MY AFTERNOON TREAT.
NOW I WANT MY SEXUAL PLEASURE TO START
TO HAVE HIS JUICES FLOWING
AND MY ECHOING SOUNDS GOING
OUR HEARTS TO BEAT FASTER,
AND TO TASTE HIS SWEAT WITH MINE
TO BE SCREAMING TO MY SELF
OH WHAT A FINE MALE SPECIMEN HE IS
WHILE HE LOSING HIS GENTLEMEN WAYS
AND I'M KNOWING THIS FEELING WILL LAST FOR DAYS