Celebration
of Love.
Our
eyes meet, we need no words to be spoken between us.
We
have done this before, many times.
I
embrace you with all the poise and charm, you expect of your champion.
I
hold you in my arms as we move as one body in the night.
My stomach
to yours we glide through positions, muscles straining in unison.
Soon
you relax in the certain safety of my manly embrace,
as
I lead you step by step through
graceful rhythms of love.
Twisting
and turning with elegant delight.
My
right hand on the small of your naked back, my left behind your head.
I
lift you up, my face to your breast as we slowly roll, twist and turn.
Your
legs wrapped tightly around me,
you
arch back.
I
grab your shoulders your elbows your forearms
and
finally your hands and mine clasp as you continue to lean backwards,
slowly…
sensually…
lingering
in each moment of sinful delight.
Suddenly
your arms fly up and surround my neck,
and
you kiss me in perfect time to the final beat of ecstasy.
The
music stops,
you
slide off of me and onto your feet.
I
gracefully hold your hand high as we present ourselves one last time to the
audience,
a
final bow to the judges.
I
lead you off the dance floor to the table reserved for couple 112
Where
we rejoin our friends and lovers, yours and mine.
They
leap to their feet as our score for Argentine Tango is announced.
The
ballroom erupts in celebration of our victory.
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