Ballroom BlitzA Poem by ronOK so ya the name of the poem is the name of the song...what do you want from me I'm drinking. wireweed captchaBallroom
Blitz
Ready?
And
in the heat of the moment you whisper in my ear… “Let’s
sneak off and continue this under the bleachers.”
Ooo
baby my dreams come true.
Under
the bleachers we hug and kisssss… YESSSS
KISSSSSS.
Ooo
baby my dreams ready to come true.
Your
body feels hot against mine, your
lips…OMG I’m almost in Heaven.
Just
a little more… ”please
God I won’t ask for anything else, if
you just grant me this one wish.”
Your
hands move down lower, “please
baby lower…PLEEEase.”
I’m
almost there, all
most.
My
hands start to move lower… mmm
yes lower please let me have just one more inch.
Suddenly
you pull away, stand
up, slap
me and proclaim, “I’m
not one of those kinds of girls.
You
turn around and walk out of my life.
So
this is what a ballroom blitz feels like.
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Added on September 22, 2014Last Updated on September 22, 2014 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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