The gentle smell of your perfume,
Tickles my senses,
And intoxicates my mind.
The sweet taste of your skin,
As I kiss your neck,
Is enhanced by the moan that escapes your lips.
Your attempt to turn around,
Is thwarted by my gentle persistence,
As I drop down to taste the parts of your back
Left exposed by your blouse .
The arch in your back,
And the tensing of your muscles,
Lets me know your gratitude
And that you understand my intentions.
As I finally allow you to turn around,
You grab me by the hand,
And lead me onto the dance floor.
There, with the music blasting,
And bodies moving in rhythm all around us.
You throw your arms around my neck,
And whisper into my ear,
" Not here. Not yet."
Everybody else seemed to be posting poetry, so I followed the crowd.