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Bolero Steals the Night

Bolero Steals the Night

 it was her custom to dance naked for her man

 Intent on seduction, she danced to Ravel’s Bolero

Moving slow and languid to parody the rhythm

arms hips spinning whirling sweat saturating  torso

...

  arousal swelling opening  the gates of her Venus       

 she smiles, tenderly blowing kisses in his direction

She turns and pirouettes to view his swollen penis 

 gasping in rusty candle light she is roughly taken 

...

Bolero is meandering as silken tongues collide      

Heart beating thunder to delicate sound of the flute   

  Wet bodies wrapped in splendor, twist and glide     

Passions’ flower pulled apart, mouth feeding on fruit

...

Reason lost, hunger, flesh and silk violins gather

Bolero crescendos, flailing limbs staccato thrusting           

 guttural screams bodies glow with flooding  pleasure      

Music madness contentment kindred spirits, laughter       

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pepper

Wow ...amazing...erotic........seductive...........i like it

Good work...i am sure you know by now that you write very well..every part of the poem is perfect just the way it is.

Pepper.

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