Hot, moving
The music pounding
His body is rock hard
Running my hands down his stomach
Feeling the ridges under my fingers
Makes me long, for his body
Grinding; working hard
I hand him another drink
He’s looking better by the minute
His hands slither down me
Below my waist they go
Hips are moving; wanting to get close
His lips look enticing; dangerous
I want them for myself
Lean in and they touch mine
I always get my way
Tongues are entwined; which one’s mine
Tasting; sensuality flowing between us
His muscles are strong; I can feel them
Tensing to my touch; responding
He leans and whispers so I might hear
Let’s get out of here
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