Slow Dance

No words spoken

his strong hands roamin’ and grabbin’

my curvy hips  slayin’ and swayin’

music pulsates through us as we’re grindin’ and windin’

 

Just us no one around

sensual thoughts arising with this enticing sound

my throbbing middle I can’t disquise

as we stare through each other’s blazing wanton eyes

 

There’s no intention of us leaving alone

just one thing for me to say, take me home.

-Cam Johns

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