You Move Me

You move me.

I will move you, set your body moving,
move you.

The sultriness exudes from you,
from me,
moving upward as heat must do.

It reflects our excitement,
but we feed upon it,
absorbing our needs with
the anticipation of acceptance
and eager acquiescence.

The room moves with shimmering waves
of passionate energy,
exciting our two souls merging
into throbbing
dampness
of
sensuous desire.

The music moves with vibrating waves
of emotional vivacity,
delivering the power
that nourishes the vibrancy,
the stimulation
of
sexual hunger.

We move as one,
as one fluid
body,
one body of fiery
inflamed
movement across the floor.

Blending our flesh,
as we bend our pliable, lusting forms
into our dream,
our vision,
our worshipful dance of jubilation.

Our dance of tender
but fervid
joy.

Simulating
the coming fulfillment
of our intense yearning,
our demands,
our dance
of pulsating
fervency
will end and begin anew.

We will move
as one,
our bodies dancing the dance of love,
melding into one,
now sharing the moisture
of arousal
to complete the movements.