Be My Last Dance?

Your name is branded on my heart
by the fire of our love
wrapped up in the celestial bodies
of the shining stars above
whispered through the tall grass
your named entwined with mine
like the clasp of two hands
or a spiraling ivy vine
but it wasn't meant to be
the fire has died long ago
nothing like the burning heat
now like icy snow
the hands that were together
are drifting far apart
closer to another hand
to another heart
the vine has long since crumbled
the planets mis-aligned
the stars that shone so brightly
their brightness has died
but before you leave
please give me one last chance
would you do me one more favor
and be my last dance
before darkness takes me
when death coms to call
wearing his hooded like
waiting for the knife to fall
for me to step into his embrace
where i'll be forever cold
my heart has already stopped beating
i am dead from your love
but promise when you think of me
in the years ahead
think of me in that
little white dress stone cold dead
think of me cheerful and forever young
because no matter where i am
i'll always want your love
so before i leave
please give me one last chance
do me a favor
be my last dance?

His & Hers

She sat up in bed and scanned the whole length of the masculine body sleeping beside her. She sighed. He slept like a baby, so beautiful. He had strong arms and palms and yet they were so gentle; she had felt them, in places. Reminiscing about the previous night brought the warmest feeling to the pit of her stomach.

                                They had gone out clubbing. Not because either of them wanted to get drunk or hook up with other people. So they were out to just dance and enjoy each other’s company. She had put on her “seductress mask” and worn a beautiful short black dress that accentuated her beautiful curvy figure. He said so himself, she was a beau. As they danced in the dim light of the club, they both were aware of each other’s body. She could feel every ounce of him as she kept backing up on him. He had a broad chest and his body was beautifully structured. She could feel the whole of his sex harden as she grinded him. She knew any moment from then, he would take her. She wanted that, she was suffering from a snogging withdrawal. It had been an hour since they made out.

They had had a quickie in the kitchen before they left home but she still felt like that was centuries ago. She didn’t think he was going to make any move soon so as the song was ending, she turned around and kissed him full on the mouth. He was surprised but he responded, parting his lips and letting her explore the inside of his mouth. It was like their first kiss, only more urgent. She led his hand to the small of her back because she could feel her legs giving way underneath her. He held her tight and close to himself and as she kissed him deeper, she could feel his sex growing bigger against her crotch. The kiss got more intense and deep and they were beginning to draw attention to themselves. She drew away.

“Washroom?” she asked.

“Yee” he replied.

They seemed to know each other’s wants and thoughts without actually really talking. As they made their way through the packed club to the unisex washrooms, they held on to each other like life depended on it. Her small hand fitted perfectly into his large one.

“We are made for each other” she thought to herself.

They tore at each other’s clothing’s as soon as they found an empty stall. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him as hard as she could, almost hurting him. He lifted her and sat her on the small top of the porcelain potty, their lips not parting the whole time. He stroked the side of her left breast while his left hand searched for the zip of her dress on her right side. Finding it, he unzipped her and slipped his hand into her dress. She had no bra on. He flicked her right nipple and her whole body responded as she shivered. She had goose bumps and moaned for him to touch her more.  She kissed his neck as he slipped his hand into her thongs and grabbed her ass really hard. She loved that. Then he stroked the inside of her just before slipping his forefinger inside her… she gasped. Moving her body to rhythm, she danced against his finger, increasing the pulse and the pleasure his strokes were bringing her. She slid her hands in his pants and stroked his already hard dick. It rose and fell with every stroke like it had a life of its own. She could feel him get harder and she held on tight and flicked his peephole. He was enjoying it and moaning against her neck. She loved every bit of him and he pleasure she was giving him. And almost out of breath, she gave a small whisper-like cry,

“Take me. Now!”

                He lifted her and held her against the wall of the small washroom stall. He bent slightly.  Pulling and moving her small underwear so that it stroked her clitoris, he slowly and gently sat her on his lap, thrusting the whole length of his sex into her in the process. She gave a low cry and he placed his lips on hers, tasting the sweet aura that kept bringing him back to her. She rocked him and he held her waist, continuously pushing the whole of him into her. She moaned relentlessly and with each cry, they drew close to orgasm. Together. With a short cry, he held her on his lap really hard, filling her up and together they reached an height neither of them had ever experience.

                She was his and he was hers. She could now die happy.

He turned in bed and looked up at her with sleepy eyes. She smiled. She was happy she held on to him and stayed in his life.

“Good morning, me love”, she said.

He smiled. That childish smile that always made her wet.  He looked at her for a long time and then drew her to cuddle with him. She fit so perfectly with him as she lay backing him. He breathes on her neck and whispered,

“Guess who and what I dreamt of”

He drew her backwards, closer to himself. She could feel the warmth of his strong body and the hard of his sex.  His strong arms around her and his gentle tongue on her neck.

She smiled to herself.

She wanted this. Forever