The Dance at Fate’s Hands

Holding one another, the two lovers dance, swaying softly
Music is piped in through the speakers, a gentle rhythm
Their bodies pressed close as they slowly move together
Each intimately aware of the other, responding to the slightest touch
Clothes slipping off, falling to the floor, naked flesh against naked flesh
As they continue to dance together in a slow sensual dance

Neither had anticipated they would ever have this dance
Or the chance to feel one another as they swayed softly
Let alone feel the smoothness of each other’s naked flesh
The desire and passion for one another, creating a unique rhythm
As the music ends, but the dance continues, guided by a gentle touch
The hand of fate leading them, orchestrating the time they are together

Bodies heated with passion, fueled by a desire to be together
Pressing her against the bed, ready to take their sensual dance
To the next level, he longs to feel her body respond to his gentle touch
Yearns to hear sighs as they escape her lips while he explores her softly
Wanting their bodies to be connected, joined, rocking in their unique rhythm
As they both willingly submit themselves to one another’s flesh

Her lips part as he lowers his mouth to hers, as his hand roams her supple flesh
Runs down her abdomen, over her velvet soft sex, as she clamps her legs together
Holding his hand firmly between her thighs, fingers against her petals strumming a rhythm
Chords of delight on sensitive flesh, making her senses joyously dance
Her wetness coats his fingers, as they slip into her, sheathed softly
Muscles contracting softly around his strong fingers, moaning under his gentle touch

Reaching down, searching, she gasps feeling his firmness as it throbs under her touch
Feeling the heat in his loins, and the desire for her radiating from his hard flesh
Unclenching her legs, parting them, she pulls him, guiding him ever so softly
Feeling him pressed against her soft petals, their heat combining, joining together
As he penetrates her soft folds, her legs wrapping around him, another step in the dance
Rocking into her deeply, fully, their bodies begin to move in a natural rhythm

Hands clasped, music emanating their bodies in sighs and moans, a divine rhythm
Bodies rocking steadily, lost in one another’s eyes, enflamed by each other’s touch
As they reach the peak, the climax, of their most intimate dance
Shivering with pleasure, flooding him with her sweet nectar, coating his flesh
While he offers his seed unto her, filling her to overflowing, the two come together
As one, the music of their lovemaking, echoing throughout the room softly

The intimate dance comes to end, leaving their hearts beating the same rhythm
Fate brought together their lives, guiding them with her most gentle touch
To softly seal the forbidden lover’s hearts to one another by joining their flesh.

©AC Elliott, 18-Sep-18 (originally written in 2014)

*Written using the Sestina poetry form, a repeating end word form.

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Writing in Bold

let me write on you
with a stylus-
my hard, taut phallus
pressed into your flesh
leaving a trail
of its milky ink
over your skin
marking on you
in bold
“MINE”
~~~~
©ÀC Elliott, 2016

Lustful

Lustful
thumping, pumping
hearts beating together,
hands clenching, they sway in a dance
Lustful
lips interlocked
tongues teasing each other
aching with needs and desires
Lustful
clothes discarded
kicked off onto the floor
naked flesh pressed on naked flesh
Lustful
needs, desires
uninhibitedly
explored and discovered until
sated.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 23-Oct-17

Written using Cinquain Swirl poetry form.

Count

Your submission I must see
Knowing you belong to me
As I take you over my knee
Now count as I spank,
“one…two…three…”

You’re craving your fix
Of pain and pleasure intermixed
Getting your forty licks
Now count as I spank,
“four…five…six”

In fate’s grand design
The stars were aligned
When you became mine
Now count as I spank,
“seven…eight…nine”

Can I hear an amen
When I get to number ten
You lose count and then
Count as I spank,
As we begin again

©AC Elliott, 2015

Tickling Tongues of Blue

Flames rage, burning hot, tickling tongues of blue
Bodies caught in the heat of sinful desire
Sweat pouring out fast, soaking them through and through
Feeling the pain and pleasure of passion’s fire
They grip one another and grasping, hold tight
Fearing to let the other out of their sight
Though the desire may serve to drive them insane
Losing the other would bring about too much pain

~~~
©AC Elliott, 2014

*Written in Strambotto Romagnuolo poetry form