Music and more

He said she said he replied she countered he thrusts she parries he suggests she counters
 "Thanks for meeting me here, I wasn't sure if you would..."
"Well, you asked, so you must've felt somewhat confident that I would come..."
"I hope that you do..."
"Do you always have to go there?"
"If I do not ask, there is 100% chance that you won't meet me here..."
"Agreed. You are so logical sometimes."
"Why did you meet me here, it seems as if there are a thousand other things you'd rather be doing..."
"Thousands and thousands..."
"You always say that - why is that?"

"I am old - it's a Saturday Night Live skit from the 70's - it was one of their definitions for multiple orgasms."
"That so fits, on so many levels..."
"Oh come now, can't a body have some fun..."
"You always say that, too - 'oh come now'..." 
"Is it ever the wrong time?"
Anticipating an eye roll and a look off into the distance, I propose a musical interlude that shall include close quarter dancing... I have just the song - it is an oldie...

"There now, I think that did us both a bit of good... you have no idea how good it felt to hold you, and you smell delicious."
"Thank you - I love dancing, and that was a lovely song. You know I am sucker for music."
"Dancing is almost always appropriate, and useful, and enjoyable... thank you for saying yes."
"I said yes?"
"We danced, did we not?"
"Oh yes, I thought we were talking about something else..."
"We're always talking about something else..."
"You know, your eyes are so expressive... a few minutes ago, they were somewhat distant, now, they are warm, almost smiling..."
"It's the dancing - I got lost in that song..."
"Slow dancing does that for you?"
"I love dancing, different dancing does different things..."
"Slow dancing is one of my favorite forms of foreplay... it's like stretching before an athletic event..."
"Oh so that was foreplay?"
"Might have been... might have been slow dancing for its own sake..."
An ice cube in your mouth, displayed for my benefit... tongue working around it, it begins to melt, and you have no regard for the destination of the drippage...
"I loved how you held onto me, out there, I felt so alive, needed, wanted... as if nothing else mattered in the rest of the universe..."
"I love how you move, and how you melted into me, it was very erotic."
You reach out to take my hand, and you circle my forefinger with your hand, and your fingers of your other hand dance on my wrist and forearm...
"Would it be too forward of me to say that I am wet right now?"
"Nothing is too forward for me..."
"Will we be leaving soon?"
"We can. I might like to dance some more... you know, foreplay is all about the journey... I want to enjoy it..."
"I want you to enjoy my tongue, and all its talents and treasures..."
"We don't have to wait for that... there are many forms of expressions for that very useful of organs..."
I took in a deep breath, all the way down... let the peace spread through me, unconsciously, or reflexively, I licked my lips, and ran my tongue over my teeth, revealing that my mouth was dry, but waiting, anticipating... the talking was fun, but taking a toll...
"I propose another dance... another oldie... so be it... shall we?"
"Ah, yes, please... the long version, I hope..."
"The only version, as it should be..."

"Thank you... wow, thank you. That was more than a dance... that song has always been so special to me..."
"Mmmmmm - you have no idea... what a song. Can we go now? I mean can we?"
"Such urgency." A knowing smile, as the head went lower, the smile spread... "Is everything ok?"
"Um, more than ok... just would've been helpful had I worn panties, yanno... I am so turned on. Just sayin'..." The lower lip was bitten, the eyebrows came up, the eyes just a little downcast. "How long you going to keep me waiting?"
"Don't think of it as waiting, think of it as something to be enjoyed for its own sake... If it is foreplay, then the destination will take care of itself..."
"Does everything need to be analyzed and cerebral?"
"No, but just trying to enjoy every moment, each unto itself..."
"I want to lower myself, unto yourself, and have at it... understood?"
"Understood. Will you be able to hold out for one more dance?"
"If you can hold me up... I am so close... holding my legs together and squeezing, it's as if the very air we breathe is a stimulant..."
"Got it... just one more song, I promise... then it shall be as you wish..."
"I mean it, I am a quivering mass here... please..."
"Thank you... one more song - can you indulge me that?"
A weak smile, with a hint of determination... "Yes, it's not like I am dying, I don't know, I just want you, is that so bad?"
"Nothing like being wanted... nothing... Shall we dance?"
"Yes, please..." The touch was electric. The hands went quickly from draped about my neck, to urgently holding my butt... there was scarcely room for any of creation's smallest particles betwixt us... she took one leg and place it right outside of mine, with full contact, as if opening herself to me. "You could have me right here, right now..."
Her voice trailed away... the song was just now beginning, but we had warmed up for it, working up to it, oblivious to anyone else, and our surroundings... we had our own music and rhythm...

"Oh... my... God..."
"What?" And the question was immediately answered... as her grip upon tightened, fingers clenching, breath out of control, I held her tight, as she dug her chin into my shoulder, and her hips rattled jackhammer like against mine... I just held her, held on, held tight. Music, movement, nothing else mattered. Beauty, this moment, timelessness, urgency, and nothing, absolutely nothing else... her breath on my neck, on my ear, her arms trying to hold on, hold on, hold on...
And the music was no more...
"I think we are ready now..."
A raspy, disjointed voice whispers "Ya think?"
And the hand holding as we walked off the floor was as lovely, as warm and as intimate as the hours that followed.