Posted on November 30, 2011 by A.H Scott
Two bodies dancing in the middle of a dance club are like a pair of electric eels tantalizing one another with heat. “The Dance Of Desire” takes the flesh to a place where the unbound mind wanders. The throbbing of many things takes over the lusty soul. Dance on.
A sexy red dress with no panties, no bra
They dance amongst a room full of strangers
Bodies sweaty and grinding to the music
It’s pulsating rhythms roll them into ecstasy
Deidre’s pink painted fingernails gently roll the dress upward
Hmmm, do you like what you see?
A few strands of pubic hair make your eyes water
But, as your eyes rise from around her thighs, there’s more
The low scoop of a neckline and no bra, gives her ideas
Two melons exposed for all to to see
But, you are the only one who can harvest mine
Deidre’s glossed red lips form a smile in knowing what happens next
On the dance floor, her tits are free, as are her inhibitions
Deidre’s hair is exposed to your eyes and it begins
Right then and the music takes us away
On the dance floor, two bodies amongst all the others
And, the grinding of our bodies is just another musical dream in the dim lights of strobe….
About The Author: Draped in freedom’s spirit, A.H. Scott is a sizzling scribe of unveiling sensuality. Residing in New York City, this writer is armed with pouting pen of passion and pulsating digits pounding against keyboard. Between this lady’s manicured fingers, a snaggy stylus lacerates parchment and masticates digits against a misting keyboard towards a just climax literary longing. She’s a new voice and vision of fiction. who has been writing short stories and poetry ever since childhood.