Lost in the music he gyrated to the beat, a slide of hips, a dip, a shimmy. He was on fire, molten liquid preforming for an audience of one. The boom of a door slamming startled him back from his dream, but the heated gaze dancing over him was all he needed, like a phoenix he revived from his miss-step. Stepping confidently astride his lover he
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Ah Mr. Meep is a lucky lucky person to judge by this drabble.
Of course the challenge of doing this, even before the advent of the lover entering the room, is keeping the dog or cat from getting involved; their human is acting odd or playing a new game.
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