Anticipation of tonight sets in;
We're dressed to kill, as the day wears thin,
Your scent intoxicates my senses;
Your body teases me with sexual pretenses,
As we exit the coupe;
I catch a glimpse of your glimmering belly hoop,
My blood simmers in my veins;
As I take a shot to loosen the reins,
Slowly I cut loose the strings;
No longer caring about earthly things,
The beat takes hold of us; I feel your groove;
All I want to do is see you move,
Move baby; move that body with me;
I want to get it on; let everyone see,
As we pulsate with the bass;
We hold the spotlight; the pace,
Seamless our bodies to the music;
Your body flowing making all the ladies sick,
I feel all those curves against my frame;
Half your moves don't have a name,
Our bodies rocking; drenched;
We hold everybody's gaze entrenched,
Until the end of this night soon parted;
As we head on home to finish what we started...
(08/11/2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem