The Dance


Staring in to her eyes

His body became hers

Putty to use as she saw fit

Lips to touch

Nibbles on ears

The man in him

Became firm

Wanting to please

In any way he could

As he twirled her

Around the dance floor

He dreamed about

The moment tonight when

They…

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