They
push and pull
In
whispers of silent murmurs
Wriggle
and wrinkle
Springs
of perspiration
Running
down their spine
Heart
beat to heart beat
In
soft ceaseless groping
Full
of hungry moans and groans
In
trepidations of pleasure
To
the melodies of thumping hearts
And
escalated twisting and tossing
Such
an involute dance
That
slows in puffs and pants
With
bodies dragged a part
In
desires betraying the will
But
with the end of the dance
Escalates
another dance
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