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.


The Too Real Dream

I recently had a waking dream
that was a delight to my senses
taking me to a place I’d rather be
where I could peacefully lay back
resting on a vibrant, lush meadow
watching the fish jump in the water.

I could hear the rush of the water,
and it seemed to real to be a dream,
with the lushness carpeting the meadow
tickling my bare body and my senses.
The grass, like fingers running along my back
making it a comforting place to be.

In fact, there was nowhere I wanted to be
than lying there naked by the water
and I hoped that nothing would take me back
or bring an end to this beautiful dream.
For nothing could be as delightful to my senses
as lying there on that peaceful, lush meadow.

The peacefulness felt in the meadow
had me as relaxed as I could ever be.
I felt alive! With nothing to dull my senses
I decided to slip into the water
and take full advantage of the dream
before reality could pull me back.

The water felt cool against my back.
It tickled my flesh just like the meadow,
making it seem more real, and less a dream.
It felt like a place I was supposed to be,
where I could be cleansed by the water
that was purifying my senses.

A coolness washed over my senses
calming me, before reality called me back
and pulled me roughly out of the water.
I watched with dismay, as the meadow
grew smaller, disappearing below me
signaling the end to my beautiful dream.

The waters touch had purified my senses
and so, the dream that was too real calls me back
to lie the meadow, where I am supposed to be.
© AC Elliott, 2014

*Written using the Sestina poetry form.