house
Slow groove not all me
not all you but when the we
hits the beat grinding smooth
sensual rhythm ensues and we
move into the trance of house
mesmerized we trip the lights
till slow we rise turn them out.
agression
You hold the tease, I prowl the prey
moving in slipping back in the dance
do we play erotically sweet as teeth
catch flesh and pull suck the heat
from cool lips. "No more torture"
do I plead and mount, take the lead
hold you down legs pressed at hips
hands hold tight to wrists. I want
need and ask, "just how much of lust
is ownership and trust?" moving in
for the kill deft and with skill knowing
the master's game do I 'tempt.
