The Slow Dance

~*~

I asked her for a dance
She gladly agreed
The dance was slow
And romantic.

I whispered into her ear
You know,
I dreamt about you
You broke my heart
Because I woke
Leaving you
within my dream.

She smiled humorously
I loved that reaction
It created a window
Of opportunity.

I whispered to her
Naughty nothings
Secretly
In her ears
Tilting her head to one side
As if I tickled her
She giggled.

She felt my desires
Hardening
As we danced closer.

I would love to whisper
Harmless obscenities
Would you like that?
I asked.

She called me a silly goose
So I whispered
My most intimate desires
As I slowly
Slipped my tongue
Into her ear.

I placed her ear lope
Gently between my lips
Taking it into my mouth
Slowly.

I want to bed you down
On a soft cushion
Of multi rose petals
So I may blaze a trail
South bound
With soft, gentle, succulent
Wet Kisses.

Until I reach
That silken forest
I so much  crave
To taste.

I need that scent
Of intoxicating
Womanly  sweet musk
You possess.

My lips
Search through a maze
Of sensuous scent
Blindly locating
What I so much
Wish to greedily lap.
 
Every drop of your liquid passion
Produced
By my presence.

She guided me in the darkness
As I savored every drop
Of what my tongue
Craved for.

She closed her eyes
As lips and hips
Interlocked
In the darkness
of true love
Sending her gently
Into the haven
Of the true art
Of passions desired.


By: William Bonilla
“D’Artagnan”
06/22/07