KarMel
Scholarship 2007
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“Last Night” By Erin
Upchurch |
Desciption of Submission: Interpretation of a
night spent with my lover
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we danced. spoke nothing verbal...using our eyes, hands, lips. my legs...how did they get behind my head? she knows i like my ass in the air...every time,
guaranteed...the feel of her tongue as she swoops me into a tango. forward. back. forward.
back. she twirls me, i am
spinning. the music pauses for intermission. drenched from our expression...she, me...lying with our
legs intertwined. encore. our
bodies are in sync as i caress her juiciness and she devours me from behind. like a belly dance...my hips gyrate. quickly...slowly...no,
quick again. i feel as if i am suspended in the
air...did she lift me? yes. i
am suspended up above...i am flying. she catches me
perfectly...a thunderous applause. oh we have an
audience...gracefully we glide across my red sex funky sheets...how did they
get on the floor? i can't stop dancing. i feel free when i'm dancing. my
arms stretched above. i am free. spinning.
freedom. it's dawn...the
sun is rising. one more dance i begged. plead. she complies. such an olympic performance...i don't want to stop
dancing. |