The Dance

by Finn (a.k.a. J. S. Connolly)

Beneath the glow of the moon soft
whispers of passion and love are
uttered. Limbs entwine as a sensual
dance begins and dark and light meld
into one. Mouths nip and lick eager
lips and warm, inviting skin adding
fuel to the fire that seems to scorch
their bodies and souls. Hands searching
and caressing blaze a trail over backs
and thighs increasing the all consuming
ache. Fingers search and find the source
of fire as wet heat encompasses each
probing digit. Dual groans echo in
the night as the fire becomes an
inferno. The dance continues while it's
pace quickens. Bodies once damp now
slide sensuously together as the burning
raises to a fever pitch. Once softly
spoken words of love become erotic and
wanton pleadings that signal the peak
of the summit they have begun to reach.
Finally, the fire reaches its pinnacle as
they cry out into the darkness. Sated
they fall with trembling limbs into each
others arms, and kissing softly drift
into a blissful slumber.