©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?
