When We Danced
You took my hand and led me to dance
In so many styles.
Joyful waltzes in the public eye
Spinning and laughing as the train times
scrolled by.
To and fro in the supermarket aisles
Making me blush around ecstatic smiles.
Intimate sways
Amongst queers and gays
As the lights flashed
And the songs played.
I sung in your ear,
Revering you dear
As my goddess, my desire.
My heart on fire.
As we melted into each other’s embrace.
I kissed your face
And you left your make up on mine.
Alone we would dance
To a more primal beat.
Frozen in fear
As you growled in my ear
Pinned down as you ravaged me
To vibrating,
Elevating
Heart-shaking lust.
I would follow where you lead
A slave to the rhythm
Your composition.
That spoke without words to my heart.
The tip of your whip
Made me squeal and dip.
Shifting left and right
Through pain and fright
Each strike pulled a new note
From my throat
As I sung
To the rhythm you swung.
Your blade on my skin
Traced patterns so thin
Like a skate on ice
Across my flesh sacrifice
As I held so still
Your knife edge danced to the thrill.
At your hand
At your command
I moved with grace
a slap to the face.
a fist to my chest
a bite on my breast
a kick to my thigh
spit in my eye
Humiliation and power moved me
To the music you beat on me
To the love that you gave to me
I felt so free.
When we danced.
I love the fast paced rhythm of this :)
Thank you, the rhythm really dictated how this poem flowed.
There is a strong possibility this really turned me on AND made me cry. You’re a really fucking good writer.
NGL, that’s exactly how this affected me. Thanks for your lovely compliment
And SUCH a glorious dance it was
Oh, it really was :)