Erotic Poetry
2005-04-13
Dancing, grinding, swaying hips. . .
Bodies touching, sex in clothes, tempertures rising. . .
Dancing fast, hard and true, have to make him mine, make him want me and only me. . .
Make him forget everyone else, including his girl. . .
Hip to hip, legs intertwined, eyes meet. . .
He's mine.
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He wants me, he needs me, he desires all of me. . .
Song ends, he pulls me close, closer still. . .
Is it a kiss he wants, a kiss he think he needs?
But I pull back, walk away backwards, shaking my head and waving goodbye.
Blow him a kiss and turn on a heel.
Back to my table and to smile for real. . .
Thinking of home where my man is waiting to show me who's boss.
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