A dark room, a thousand sweaty bodies,
All moving to the same rhythm,
All lost in their own reverie,
Me; I’m a slave to your touch,
The musk of your cologne, the softness of your shirt.
With my skin up against yours,
I’m melting under your scorching gaze,
Your passion burning; threatening to consume,
From the burning trail your lips leave,
To the feather promises of your breath on my skin.
Addicted to the taste of your kisses,
I give in defeated,
You take without asking,
Possess me; mind, body and soul,
I’m yours to do as you please,
This dance I’ll dance forever.
randomaveragegirl 