Incredible song that they are dancing to.....
In Line by Robert Skoros
❤
Dancing To a Slow Death
Darkness falls
And with it........
The hunger
The longing for a soft caress,
A tender touch, a hard embrace,
Building to a violent need
And release of what’s inside.
You watch me
From the shadows.........
Breathing
Still as wind that does not blow
And rain that does not fall
Waiting like a cat with prey
Playing with it’s dinner.
And I, with my defenses down
On full alert.......
Dance in the mirror
In candle’s glow
And summer’s rising heat
Pretending I am quite alone
But knowing you are there.
In silks, I twirl
My body......
Like a breeze
Move my hands in beckoning
And my feet in silent pleas
The music swells and I can feel
Your dark eyes touch my skin.
Beyond the room
In midnight’s garden.....
Behind the trees and shining moon
Your black hair laying
Upon your shoulders,
Your black eyes glowing,
And tasting me.
I turn at your whisper
And there you are.....
In the doorway like a dream that comes
Before the break of dawn
Clad in black from head to toe
With white touches at your throat
And the sight of you makes me weak.
“Don’t fall yet.” you say
And catch me..........
In arms of steel
“The night is young and so are you,
And the sun is fast asleep.”
And you hold me till I catch my breath
Then you take it away again.
Wetting my mouth with wine
I drink............
Knowing that wine can’t satisfy
The thirst I have, have always had
Since I laid my eyes on you,
Since I put my hands on you,
Since I gave myself to you.
The music commands
And we obey.........
My arms round your shoulders
Your arms round my waist
The room awash in shades of gold,
Like the flickering fire
That’s building between us.
I know you will leave me
Before the sun rises........
As you always have
And you always will
But for now in your eyes
Is all I’ll ever need, is all I’ll ever want
And the sunlight be damned.
Midnight passes
And we stand still as stone.......
Drown in the yearning, die in desire
Lifting my face, I wait for your kiss
Burning with hunger that can never be quenched
The shadows of night put their soft arms around us
And to the music of passion, we slow dance again.
©By Voo
Sept 15, 10
12:32 a.m.
