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 two hands to handle,
the hungered throb of your 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 momentous 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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