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Lustful Dance

Things You Can’t Say Out Loud: A Forthright rendition of a man’s thoughts on seeing a beautiful woman with whom he wants to get … acquainted

By Andrew C McDonaldPublished 6 months ago Updated 6 months ago 1 min read

My hindbrain whirls

As her hind end… twirls

On the dance floor

—-

Her ass is perfect.. Shapely. Taut

Her tits are what my libido hath sought

Let’s exit together thru that door

*****

I. Want. To. Say.

“Let’s get acquainted in bedroom play

Fuck me now!”

—-

Instead I smile and ask to dance

Thinking as foreplay I’ll just prance

Whilst I figure out exactly how..

******

To get this woman on her back

On fluffy pillows.. In the sack

Naked, wanton, eager

—-

But first must I learn her name

How her own desires I may tame

Before I can rut like a demon beaver

……

Still, those things I cannot say

Else never this angel shall I lay

So I just drink of her intoxicating aura

—-

Hypnotized, I watch her sway and turn

As my steel hard dick pulsates, burns

Nostrils dilating at scented perfumed flora

*****

Her eyes are laughing at me

Blue green, as the deepest sea

A wry grin that communicates

—-

“I know what you truly desire

Just to fuck me hard, you’re a liar

First a dance … then to fornicate”

******

Still, she cannot voice her knowledge

Her own desires not acknowledge

As my hand… Slips down to top of her ass

—-

But she leans in

Seemingly ready to commit lust’s sin

As my blood races to have this lass

*****

Instead of saying “Let’s go get screwed

Sate ourselves in wanton acts so lewd”

I tell her she’s lovely

—-

But when she squeezes my gluteus

My blood soars with desire beauteous

I think after tonight I’ll need… Recovery

*****

So, now… small talk?

My tongue does balk

As it wants to be shoved down her throat

—-

Instead of begging her to come home

I tell light jokes as my fingers lightly roam

A drink we share together in a wanton swampy boat

*****

Then she looks at me with open appraisal

A sly smile, tongue darting …playful

Then the words I dared not say out loud

Exited her moist lips as she voiced...

“Let’s go fuck our brains out”

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Andrew C McDonald

Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.

https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp

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  • Leya kirsan official 6 months ago

    😄

  • Hahahahahaha seems like a happy ending!

  • K.B. Silver 6 months ago

    Fun and playful. 👏👏👏

  • Babs Iverson6 months ago

    Fantastic entry into the challenge!!!

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