dance wit me

you come up
as I go down…

back arched

knees bent

hissing like
a snake….

sunlight peeks thru
the drawn shades
just enough to
make your skin
glow with sweat

rhythm of the ages
we do the oldest dance
known to man

our eyes never close
as we stare…

intent

willful

deep

hot

no need for words here
just looks
and
sounds…

natural nails
dig into natural
black back

sometimes I bleed

but
right now
who cares…
just
dance wit’ me, baby

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