A Sensual Dance

Blue eyes intently watching me
and a smile creeps upon your lips,
drinking me in sip by sensual sip.

Slowly you lean into me pressing
your warm quivering lips to mine.
As we drink from the other, our
tongues sensually dancing with the
other until we are dizzy from the taste.

As we pull away, our need not being
satisfied, we know that now is not
the time for our full pleasure to be had.
We can see the need and the want in
the others eyes, and to know we have
to wait is quite sad.

For now, all we can have is a kiss;
A kiss so sensual I can hardly wait
until the next dance I am granted.