Private Ballet
When I lay you down and kill the light, yours is the only glow I see,
That sly, crooked pout invites a dance of wild electricity.Your body calls me in whispers I can’t name, a siren’s secret plea,
So I lean in close and taste the flame—tonight, surrender sets us free.
I want to get filthy in every way, a summer storm behind your eyes,
Tossing off restraint like petals, making madness out of sighs.We’ll be so wicked they’ll need a mop to clean our ecstasy’s surprise,
Yet we’ll press on through the thunder’s roar until we both succumb to highs.
Your hips sway—an anthem of abandon—beckoning me to take the lead,I answer with each measured thrust, a drummer to your savage need.Fingertips trace secret maps along your spine, planting every seed,
Of passion’s fierce, uncharted terrain where only satin pleasures breed.
Bodies tangled, breaths collided, we explore this fervent maze,A tango of gentle strokes and rough, raw pushes that set us ablaze.Your moans rise like a sacred hymn—my hands write you in praise,
Until exhaustion claims our limbs, and sleep beckons through the haze.
I crave your taste, your heat, your pulse, as stars swirl behind our lids,
We tumble into listless peace, our limbs entwined like ribbons skid.A broom can’t sweep away the sparks that fly when our two worlds slidInto one perfect, breathless moment—memory’s sweetest bid.
Soft kisses drift from neck to chest, then dive to places deepest known,
Your gasp becomes the only chord in this ballet you’ve overthrown.We glide between fevered crescendos and whispered tones,
Suspended in a rhythm that is ours alone.
When dawn peeks in on sticky sheets, we stay lost in stolen time,
Your head upon my chest, your fingers writing love in rhyme.No word needs speak the promise we’ve engraved in every climb,
Of limbs and souls united in this dance sublime.
So come again, my midnight muse, let curiosity reign,
In this private, pulsing ballet, we cast off every chain.We’ve learned that love’s most fervent fire need not be shackled by shame,
For in your arms, I find a freedom no sunrise can reclaim.
I want to get filthy with you, baby, in every unsaid way,
To write our secrets on skin until the night fades into day.We’ll craft a masterpiece of touch that time cannot decay—Our Private Ballet, performed where only shadows stay.