It all started with a stare.
A stare that with the laughter
That distracted us.
Our gazes still locked,
As if nothing could keep us from staring.
And when we danced,
Your grasp upon my shoulder,
Showed me how much you wanted me.
That dance came unto our bed,
Where we danced our dance.
Your skin tasted with such delicacy,
And your lips that cradled,
As they laid upon mine.
Your hands caressed my neck, hair, and back,
Showering me in unexplainable goosebumps
That had brought me to my final state of our dance.
Your actions...your words of love were pretty explicit.
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