An Erotic Groove

I was watching you dance
to the music of the band.
You were driving me crazy
moving your body and hands.

You oozed sexual rhythm
swaying your curvy hips.
The way you thrust and rotated
moistened my excited lips.

It was only you that did this,
I was watching a ritual dance,
which excited all my senses,
resistance had no chance.

I was mentally dancing with you,
together in rhythm we moved.
Our bodies were so sexy together
we found an erotic groove.

In reality you caused a problem
and it wasn’t going away.
You created a growth of desire
in a very pleasant way.

I feel embarrassed to tell you
and I apologise if I offend.
It’s obvious I’m crazy about you;
is it possible we could be friends?

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!