poetry

The Dance

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled

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I was entranced to dance,

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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