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Take my hand,

and continue the band.

You pull me close

and stare into my eyes.

You comment on the color,

as blue as the skies.

Wrapping your arms around my waist,

we make haste

in a side to side fashion,

not missing a step

and feeling very pep.

Still, with our bodies glued

you twirl me around

and I am subdued.

You are masterful in movement

and poetic in grace,

always, with your eyes upon my face.

We move gracefully across the dance floor,

and in your arms I soar.

You pull me closer still

and I feel your breath upon my neck.

Chills of excitement spread across my body

with a seductive effect.

Mixed with desire

our bodies do not tire.

Our inner fire

is the carrier of our feet

and we continue to glide.

So intense, it becomes hard to hide,

and your excitement cannot be denied.

Your lips gently brush my ear.

I feel flush with you so near.

With a halting breath,

you asked if we could leave,

and through the crowd hand in hand

we began to weave.

With urgency you moved faster.

I dutifully followed the master.

I greatly anticipated what would come next.

His hand became sweaty in mine

as his own anticipation grew greater in time.

Reaching our destination,

I felt like I was in a whirlwind.

I didn’t want this to end.

The excitement was so surreal,

and we no longer had to conceal

our desire for each other.

We then disappeared under the cover,

to be sensuous

and fully gratify one another.

We hurriedly gave into our need

like two starved animals

exhibiting their greed.