By Chris W.
Date: 26 June 2000
Grind
Body to body,
we move synchronously
The thump of bass
dictating our motion.
The rhythm is strong,
our hips roll with the beat.
I'm heating up now
by the musical techno sex.
You back up to me,
your back to my front.
We grind even lower,
cheek to cheek.
Our perspiration mingles,
sensations sexier still.
The corners of our mouths meet,
and deeply we kiss.
My hand on your stomach,
slightly above your navel ring.
My fingers probe just under your shirt,
and teasingly move about your ribcage.
Bodies moving,
sweat mixing,
tongues and fingers probing,
musical sex without sex.
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