by cheebs!

she dances against me -
writhing, pulsating,
changing colors with the lights -
reeking of old sex
and stale cigarettes,
with a wolfish smile
and feral eyes,
eyes that captivate.
my heart accelerates
and i am overcome with need
to taste her soft lips
as we rub hip-to-hip.
wanna light your fuse, firecracker,
feel you burn at my hand,
tremble as my kiss lands
on that vulnerable white throat.
dripping with heat
as thighs part and meet
in the steps of dances past.


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