Hot Feet

the excitement of dancing with that stranger.

I see your eyes. 

They ignite a fire within my soul,

your hot breath tickling my face.

strong hands pull me close.

hips connected.

Our tongues dancing their private conga

to the crazy beating of my heart.

passion

no other word.

Just raw.

Two bodies ravaging,

no end to their hunger.

Raging lust. 

One more song?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dancing is the first step into the desire of emotion and passion. I like this poem. In my young days I roam the USA with the Army. Dancing was a skill that allow you to join into all cultures and meet people. The words in the poem were strong and you create a vision of happiness and pleasure. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mason]

"One more song?" Sure. If it's anything close to the excitement and fiery passion of this poem, then absolutely. Loooooove iiiit~

~Mason{*}