When We Dance

I notice the immense satisfaction in his gaze, not only because my legs are locked around his waist. But because we feel good together.

And I make him feel good.

That little thing might mess things up big time.

And I can’t wait.

It’s surely the state of high I’m in talking.

With his delicious smile, he tips me over, and I jolt against him, moaning to my heart’s delight. Pulsing around him while he slams hard into me.

Soon, I’m flooded, and he keeps moving, flashing a smirk that makes me weak.

Only for a moment.

This is only a lost battle, an entire war waiting for me.