The Dance

"The Dance" by: Darci D. Brubaker

Tasting your mouth as I feel your lips against mine. Their hunger met by my own.
What is it about you that I can't resist or get enough of? What kind of hold do you have over me that keeps your memory burned into my mind and your touch on my flesh. 
Every touch, every action, every move. I can recall every single thing perfectly clear. I relive them over and over.
Why do i feel the need to surrender myself completely to you. Let you lead me into this dance again and again.
Anticipating the excitement and reaction that your hands ignite all over my body. Anticipating every spark created as they roam and explore.
There is heat and electricity that passes between us, when our bodies meet. We begin to move gracefully in unison.
You can hear the surrender in my sudden intake of  breathe. The passion is overwhelming as an all consuming fire takes over.
We cling to each other as pearls of sweat blend from your skin to mine, never extinguishing the fire or dulling the flames that engulfs us.
Our movement is elegant yet animal like, as legs intertwine and the tribal-like dance intensifies. There is no hesitation or delay. No practiced steps or even an awareness of our surroundings.
The sounds of ragged breathing and hushed moans become harmonious as flesh meeting flesh creates an erotic symphony. A symphony  that fuels the fluid momentum.  
We continue to move together as one until the final note is played and the last melody is silenced. 
The music has stopped, but the dance lingers on as a waltz of passion leads us into a dream-like haze. The memory of the rythem  surrounds us and flows freely, connecting two bodies that softly meld together into one.