LatinoFire
05-23-2004, 12:06 PM
"NOW JUST DREAM"
My palms are wet with perspiration, I’d love to know what she’s imagining right now, even though we’re only holding hands. The thought of loving this woman in the throws of passion are racing through my mind, I know exactly what I want to do to her, and I know it’s going to happen, we both know. I just can’t seem to open my eyes although I really don’t want to, and now the smell of something lovely lingers… roses. I’m carried off by the scent into the deep corridors of my mind. "Where is now? Where did I store that memory?" I’m in a ghostly wavering library, searching for the book with that particular memory.
As my eyes finally open, I see her standing in front of me with her head tilted down, I know she senses my intense animal attraction as she slowly lifts her dark brown eyes to meet mine. A burning passion is blazing inside of me as I reach for her lusciously tanned bare shoulders, but all she does is blink, expecting me to take her. The sound of the most incredibly arousing Bolero begins to fill the room as she opens her tempting mouth and then bares her teeth with all of a woman’s sensuality.
Suddenly she turns away as if I had said or done something wrong, and even tries to move away from me but, I just can’t let that happen… I need her so much, and right now. Grasping for her hips before she gets away and then rolling her back into my awaiting embrace, she still won’t look me in the eyes. Charmingly running my hands down her side, then quickly lifting her arms over her head, I gain her attention as once again the need for passion completely overwhelms her.
Now in my locked arms, I pick her up off of her feet and spin around and around not wanting this moment to end, then as I slowly stop turning, she slithers from my arms holding onto the sides of my body and graciously slides down to my legs, ending up on her knees before me. She holds the side of her face tightly against me while I watch her from above. Placing my fingers under her chin, I lead her to standup, turning and nuzzling her from behind while she reaches with both her hands for my hips, then rhythmically sways down my legs and back up again.
Standing up again she leans away, but playfully outstretches her arms to me, knowing I’ll come for her in a heartbeat. Our fingers are barely touching, unexpectedly I lunge for her, she quickly turns to me and again bares her teeth with impassioned rage only fueling my burning desire to take her now. The fervor between us intensifies with each beat of the exhilarating rhythm that’s now controlling our primal urge to devour one another in the heat of the moment.
My male instinct takes over as I ripple her limber torso backwards till her head almost touches the floor, then in a flash, she’s facing me again. We embrace and our mouths are almost touching, I feel her sweet breath drenching my lips with her desire to be loved, and bewitching me to no end. Finally able to snap out from her captivating spell, I summon my primeval forces within, taking her face in my hands as I lower her trembling body to the floor, standing over her victoriously. I’m no longer in control, the beast inside has taken over and is reaching for her, wanting to take her to that place where the most intimate pleasures await our souls desire.
The time has come, the foreplay continues into a whirling frenzy of enamoring exhilaration that only two lovers can share. She wants to scream from the depths of her soul whilst I have my way with her but instead, envelops me with fulfilling rapture which carries us off to the uncharted island of ecstasy.
As my satisfied beauty drifts into oblivion, I drop to bent knee and softly drape her across my conquering leg as I look to the heavens, giving thanks for the pleasure found by a man and his woman. The music fades and the audience stands while cheering for us and our interpretation of the Bolero. Now my dream has ended and I awaken curled up in my bed with tears strolling down my eyes because Burmah Smith my dance partner, passed away February 24, 2001.
THE END
My palms are wet with perspiration, I’d love to know what she’s imagining right now, even though we’re only holding hands. The thought of loving this woman in the throws of passion are racing through my mind, I know exactly what I want to do to her, and I know it’s going to happen, we both know. I just can’t seem to open my eyes although I really don’t want to, and now the smell of something lovely lingers… roses. I’m carried off by the scent into the deep corridors of my mind. "Where is now? Where did I store that memory?" I’m in a ghostly wavering library, searching for the book with that particular memory.
As my eyes finally open, I see her standing in front of me with her head tilted down, I know she senses my intense animal attraction as she slowly lifts her dark brown eyes to meet mine. A burning passion is blazing inside of me as I reach for her lusciously tanned bare shoulders, but all she does is blink, expecting me to take her. The sound of the most incredibly arousing Bolero begins to fill the room as she opens her tempting mouth and then bares her teeth with all of a woman’s sensuality.
Suddenly she turns away as if I had said or done something wrong, and even tries to move away from me but, I just can’t let that happen… I need her so much, and right now. Grasping for her hips before she gets away and then rolling her back into my awaiting embrace, she still won’t look me in the eyes. Charmingly running my hands down her side, then quickly lifting her arms over her head, I gain her attention as once again the need for passion completely overwhelms her.
Now in my locked arms, I pick her up off of her feet and spin around and around not wanting this moment to end, then as I slowly stop turning, she slithers from my arms holding onto the sides of my body and graciously slides down to my legs, ending up on her knees before me. She holds the side of her face tightly against me while I watch her from above. Placing my fingers under her chin, I lead her to standup, turning and nuzzling her from behind while she reaches with both her hands for my hips, then rhythmically sways down my legs and back up again.
Standing up again she leans away, but playfully outstretches her arms to me, knowing I’ll come for her in a heartbeat. Our fingers are barely touching, unexpectedly I lunge for her, she quickly turns to me and again bares her teeth with impassioned rage only fueling my burning desire to take her now. The fervor between us intensifies with each beat of the exhilarating rhythm that’s now controlling our primal urge to devour one another in the heat of the moment.
My male instinct takes over as I ripple her limber torso backwards till her head almost touches the floor, then in a flash, she’s facing me again. We embrace and our mouths are almost touching, I feel her sweet breath drenching my lips with her desire to be loved, and bewitching me to no end. Finally able to snap out from her captivating spell, I summon my primeval forces within, taking her face in my hands as I lower her trembling body to the floor, standing over her victoriously. I’m no longer in control, the beast inside has taken over and is reaching for her, wanting to take her to that place where the most intimate pleasures await our souls desire.
The time has come, the foreplay continues into a whirling frenzy of enamoring exhilaration that only two lovers can share. She wants to scream from the depths of her soul whilst I have my way with her but instead, envelops me with fulfilling rapture which carries us off to the uncharted island of ecstasy.
As my satisfied beauty drifts into oblivion, I drop to bent knee and softly drape her across my conquering leg as I look to the heavens, giving thanks for the pleasure found by a man and his woman. The music fades and the audience stands while cheering for us and our interpretation of the Bolero. Now my dream has ended and I awaken curled up in my bed with tears strolling down my eyes because Burmah Smith my dance partner, passed away February 24, 2001.
THE END