Rhythm
The rhythm courses through our bodies with a tempo equivalent to our desire. Sweat moves without obstruction down my breasts. Your smell clings to my skin and mingles with my own musk. The heat emanating off your body infuses me with a passion barely contained. My hips mimick and mirror your every move. I wrap my leg around you and I almost feel you within, enticing with what is to come. Holding me close, just a hair width apart, you encircle my entire body with your sexuality. Hearts beating rapidly, the music slows and you carry me to bed.
Image courtesy of: Tango Rouge by Hamish Blakely http://www.castlegalleries.com/artists/hamish_blakely/collection.asp
drabble- n. story written in exactly 100 words.
Whew! Steamy. Very nice :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rosie C.
ReplyDelete