Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: Shall We Dance?

©Shall We Dance?
Mona Arizona
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™
July 2014
All Rights Reserved

No prelude.
Desire was running like lava —
slow and hot.
Tasting all of her charms.
Being held safely in his arms.
His kisses weakened her knees.
Her kisses drove him wild,
like an animal on the hunt
for his mate.
He pressed her to the wall,
held her hands high,
high above her head,
lifted one of her legs
over his hip.
Fly away with me, she sighed;
or take me to your battlefield;
I'm burning with a bold passion —
Shall we dance?