The Lovers’ Dance

This might get a bit explicit

But I will say what has to be said

And I apologize if I offend you (at all)…

But the moon is holding my head

You are holding my gut

And I am following, in a slow crawl…

I dream of laying my lips to your lips,

Still hearing you moan my name,

I think of shadows and light,

Your heat in the night…

And your hands driving me insane.

I want your taste to dance upon my tongue,

Your silky skin under my teeth,

I want your honored peaks in my able hands,

Strong but soft, so you can go weak…

I see your toes reaching for a hold,

Steady ground to remind you where you are,

But that matters not,

Because what we’ve got,

Is better than reality by far…

Let me start at your knees, work my way in

Or shoulders, and then work my way down.

I want your core.

I need you more.

But I can’t stay forever,

Unless you want me to.

So I have to make you want me to

-CJ-