Dancing

Your fingers close around my wrist
Grasping at the leather, feeling the steel beneath
'Come closer', you say, drawing me towards you, gliding across the room.
'Come to me', I say, pulling you onto my lap, reaching for your waist.
We wheel in an ecstasy of movement, dancing around the floor
As you throw back your head and laugh out loud
Abandoned to pleasure.

Written in the Erotic Writing workshop led by Penny Pepper for the Summer Together! 2015 programme.

© Ju Gosling aka ju90

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