Ramblings of a demented mind

Etheree mirrored: First Dance

First Dance

It

Begins

With a glance,

A captured eye,

Secret teasing smiles.

With an innocent touch

That lingers not long enough,

And lips that go suddenly dry.

Need for a taste of the darting tongue

That sweeps daringly across parted lips.

.

Lips touch, gentle at first, testing, teasing.

Tongues dancing to a tune of their own,

Stroking, exciting, fanning flames,

Heat pooling as passion soars.

The scent of arousal

Intoxicating.

Urging until,

At last, two

Become

one.