in your rhythm last night,
as your tempo slowed,
But the energy was high.
Engulfed, I wrapped my legs around the sound,
of your acoustic taste,
gliding, grinding to the notes erogenously.
Using both hands to handle,
the hungry throb of your pulsating bass.
In the heat, I felt the beat,
was there inside me.
Melodiously the lyrics vibrated between our vibes, we danced to every tempo’s repeat,
in a melodious ride.
Exhautingly, enjoying the climatic end,
as we lay cuddled in one another, trying to catch our wind.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
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