From Dancing To More, by dovie lucas Subscribe to rss feed for dovie lucas

Watching you dance turns me on,
More then you could possibly know.
I could sit and watch you dance all night long,
Just to watch you move with the flow.

The way your hips twist and rock,
I start day dreaming of making love.
Not f*ck*ng or just having sex,
Something as precious as a dove.

The expressions on your face,
Makes me feel nothing but passion and desire.
For no other man, but you,
You don't spark my intrest, you light my fire.

I wish I could tell you how i feel,
But that is something I can't do just yet.
Maybe one day in the neat future,
And it has nothing to do with you making me wet.

I guess i'm scared if you really knew,
You would turn and run the other way.
That's the very last thing I want,
Maybe I'm scared of what you'de say.

I'm scared my heart is going to get broke,
No reason to make it happen sooner then later.
It wont hurt any less today, then in a year,
I never have been much of a dater.

One Saturday night I want to take you on a date,
And I mean the whole thing with the wine & dine.
Only we can do without the wine,
We'll replace the wine with a little sixty-nine.

I would want to do it in a romantic way,
Weeks, months, and years later, you'll still say:
"That was the best date I've ever been on,"
You may enjoy yourself enough to want to stay.
Posted: 2013-04-10 17:18:42 UTC

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