The Dance

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Standing so beautifully poised
her hair drapes
every curve of her
supple breasts
Her eyes
looking at your strong
trembling chest,
watching the swet
drip down between
your neck
She sees you there,
longing for her delicate curves
to do the dance
of love
&
to touch every inch of your anticipating
body
Her hands are of a
painters
your body is her canvas
An object of desire
she finds so beautiful
and so easy to admire
She makes you feel
as if you have never
loved before
satisfied,
magnetized
she leaves you
knowing you want her
even more.

-L.C.A.