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pressing against his
the flesh of her thigh
soft between his
the warmth
as she responds
a heat spreads through them
a quickening of pulse
as they ignite
passion overtaking them
he reaches ’round her
firmly encircling her waist
with his strong arm
he pulls her to him
with the power of his body
she acquiesces fully
folding upon him
as they begin a dance
of dizzying desire
his pleasure
red hot and husky
on her ear and cheek
her head tilts back
her blue eyes close
as slowly they turn
together they churn
building in lustful pace
they dance and dance
spinning and spinning
whirling in a carnal fire
a tempest of sensation
they melt together
in fevered bliss
matching breath for breath
his lips
soft on the nape of her neck
willingly offered
as they’re overcome
smoldering in love’s embrace
rob kistner © 2019
H.O.T., Sir.
Glad you thought so Ron…
Interestingly I can feel a melding between hot and cold. Something in the way holding ice can burn. The dancers seem to melt into one.
Cool perspective Lori, I can see it.
Your title is a forewarning of the kinds of colours to expect in the poem, Rob, and you didn’t disappoint. I like the way the dance starts as heat and then develops into a red-hot conflagration! I also like the hint of a colour on the opposite end of the spectrum in her blue eyes.
Thank you Kim, pleased you enjoyed this… 🙂
Red. Yes, it is the first color that comes to mind!
Red hot!
This sizzles.
Thank you Helen… 🙂
Delightful, sensual, heat… You have written movement, emotion, seduction into this. Great writing! Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt!
Thank you for a great prompt Susie, and for letting us stretch out and create, instead of adhering to restrictive instructions.
Exactly as an Argentinian Tango should be – hot. This is one of my husband’s and I favorite dances to do. We do ballroom dancing. LOL. Two fat old seniors burning up the floor.
Good on you two! It ain’t the mass, it’s the motion Toni… 🙂
Smoking hot 🙂
The Tango, the dance of love Sanaa…
Quick! Someone get me a fan.
Wonderful, sizzling poem, Rob.
Thank you Sara! 🙂