Intermission

For weeks we saw each other dance,I watched her go on point each day. Since we were both part of the play,I waited for the perfect chance. Rehearsals filled our hours full, I never could find time alone,But still I'd watch, let out a moan.As she would dance I'd feel the pull. A prima ballerina knowsThat all the eyes will follow her,Her presence will create a stir,And for some men their manhood grows. This simply was the truth for meI wanted her, her body fine.So I set out to make it mineNo matter what the case might be. For her the pain Demetevler Escort of wasted loveHad kept her all alone too long,But I could show her she was strongAnd let her see the stars above. I danced a smaller part it's true,So I would watch her from the wings,And plan the time to stir up things.She had to know, to have a clue. Her eyes would often come to me,Her gracious smiles would fill my heart.I needed more than just her art,And I would surely set her free. The Otele gelen escort last performance of the showWas now upon us this fine night.My plan was soon to make things rightTo take her sweetness, make her know. At intermission was a changeOf costumes for the biggest starsWho were assiduous on barres. I'd see just what I could arrange. Outside her room I glimpsed her charms, Then hustled her down darkened aisles,She let me lead, succumbed to wiles.And then I took Balgat Escort her in my arms. Her gaze was upward to my eyes.We came together bodies tight,I kissed her lips with all my might,Then she could feel my heartfelt sighs. I pulled aside the tights she wore,My hardness pressed against her skin.She stroked it once and once again,I entered wetness to the core. With every lunge I fed her lustAnd mine as well, I took her deep,Until she begged, began to weepFor one last ram, a final thrust. It came with power and with creamThat filled her up until she drippedUpon her tights, which she then strippedTo go and change, as in a dream. The show, it must go on, you knowAnd though our intermission wasToo long and caused a stir, a buzz,Her entrance stirred, she wore a glow. That would not be the last for us,Our dance would flame and pirouette,And lust and love still filled us yet,May she and I continue thus.