Her ambrosia fills my nostrils, floods my senses
Hands firm, steady against her lower back
Kisses of her warm breath float about
Pale moon light dances on her skin glistening with sweat
Bodies move rhythmically to the thump of the bass, beats of our pulse
Closer tighter we draw, thoughts turn to dips and sways of the hips
Music blaring, no words speaking, pulses racing, waist lines rolling, desires covertly revealing
Silence, in a room filled with noise, realisation, we know what we want
Fade to black, back to the now, now is not our time
But wait, wait but a moment, soon, I'll be yours, you'll be mine
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