Forbidden Seduction
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Slow Dance with Death
I do not see you enter the room, yet I know you are here
I feel your presence, goosebumps on my arms a thousand fairy kisses
I can hear the music you create in me begin it's haunting tune
It's starts from within like a soft glow, slowly radiating through my body
I sway ever so slightly; eyes closed I'm spinning, whirling under water
Fluid movements of the dance you evoke in me
I have lost all control - you stole it the moment you entered my life
I am a puppet on strings and you are the master
Oh, the power you have over me and you have yet to touch me
You are my song; my torturous melody
It is you coursing through my veins, conquering me
Your breath becomes my breath, manipulating me
The heady essence of you wreaks havoc with my senses
I detect you become aware of your victory
I feel your eyes on me, roving over my body like a gentle caress
Still I can't turn to face you, your gaze pins me, daring me to move
I know you're coming closer, my heart threatens to detonate
Your fingertips glide down the curve of my bare neck and shoulder
Whisper-soft like the moonlight illuminating my skin
Wordlessly you beckon my eyes to open; your grey orbs mesmerize me
Permeating my very soul, challenging me to break your spell
Your mouth stills my quivering lips, deep and sweet like wine
Your nectar drugs me, rendering me defenseless
Skillful fingers splayed at the small of my back
Pressing me into your curve; liquid mercury, I merge with you
Your free hand skimming down my arm, holds my palm to your chest
The steady rhythmic beating my only proof of your authenticity
Holding me captive with your gaze, I feel us move as one
Deliriously slow circles, sweeping through silver-plated blackness
Ever tightening, ever twirling; a divine cyclone of ecstasy
The bare ballroom floor our bed; the moonlight, silken sheets
You seduce me with your song; make leisurely love through dance
Powerless, I submit like delicate petals of orchids open to the sun
I welcome your sedate capture; I am your willing slave
Surrendering myself to you, I am your instrument
Play me, Maestro
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Comments
Thank you, Cris! Yeah, it took a while to finish this one...had to take time out to breathe! :)
I loved it..and I do mean LOVED it!!! Your words are so captivating and I could imagine myself as this person...its so good!!
Thank you LA! What a compliment; I'm blushing! :)
I have lost all control - you stole it the moment you entered my life
I am a puppet on strings and you are the master
Oh, the power you have over me and you have yet to touch me
wow I really like this guess I found a new place to read!!!
Thank you for the compliment. Hopefully I can keep it up! :)
"The bare ballroom floor our bed; the moonlight, silken sheets," lovely.
Thank you, Randy - Love the name, by the way!
Lovely words, Azur, skillfully woven. It was beautiful to read. Did you say "bare neck and shoulder?" I'll send Victor right over!
Thank you for the wonderful comment Christoph! Oh, no! This poor girl wouldn't stand a chance against Victor! :)
I re-read this a couple of times, getting the feel of it. The reader really feels the intimacy of the dance it this. Wonderful!
This is absolutley beautiful, So that is what love feels like?
Thank you, Tom. I'm glad you enjoyed it - a couple of times, too!
Thank you, fortunerep. As for if this is what love feels like... it is only the beginning!
Who are you? That is the most beautiful piece of art I have ever read....
Who am I you ask? I know exactly who I am. You may call me Azur. The real question is, who are you blacklace?
And thank you for the compliment, by the way!
Exquisite.
Thank you, Kushal!
Damn. What can I say. This is hot. ;)
Thank you, Paper Moon!
Perfect sensual bliss. Nice.
Thank you for the comment, s2k. I'm glad you liked!
Beautiful words flow from its abundant reality. Love kidnaps two people right in the middle of an ordinary life (all is ordinary compared to it), and puts them in a paradise of the senses and mind, accompanied by music the world never heard before---love, the emotion that finds endless ways to show its colors. Love, the giver of meaning to all that is. This poem found the source. Well done!
Thank you Philip! Your wonderful compliment was a poem in and of itself. Thank you!




















Cris A says:
6 months ago
wow! seduction on the dance floor! Hawt! :D