A Sexy Samba
Sweat trickles down her bare back.
It tickles as it wetly trails
To the base of her spine.
Her hips sway,
Her shoulders dip and roll
In rythmic undulations
In time with the vibrations
That have suddenly become,
Her only awareness.
A delighted smile spreads
Across her crimson lips
She opens her eyes to look at you.
You are looking at her,
You know what's on her mind.
She turns around,
Lifting her arms over her head.
She presses her back to the front of you,
And you enjoy the cadence
Of her beautiful body.
Your hands are on her gyrating hips,
She feels you push intimately hard,
Pulsing against her in the dark.
Your teeth on her earlobe,
Start a maddening electric tempo,
In her secret depths.
She feels you entwine your fingers with hers,
Warmly clasping to the beat.
... . . . . .
The rhythm slows.
You lean in close as her song
Draws to its end.
She feels your deep baritone as you whisper
'Save the last dance for me'
I think she will Mr Rightnow.
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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