The lap dance was something forbidden,
A line crossed, a limit pushed,
She had her skirt around her waist,
Her body exposed, her desire lush.

The lap dance was beyond the norm,
Her skirt hiked up, her panties damp and warm.
She ground against his swollen member,
Eyes locked, sending a dark, seductive ember.

She moved with grace, her hips in control,
His hands on her waist, losing all self-control.
The beat of the music, a soundtrack to their lust,
A forbidden dance, a dark and dangerous trust.

Their eyes locked in a dangerous dance,
A game of pleasure and pain,
She moved with a wild abandon,
As he fought to keep his composure, in vain.

Her movements were primal, raw,
As she rode him, her passion untamed,
He could feel her heat, her wetness,
As they both reached the edge, unashamed.

She was ready for her orgasm,
Ready to explode in a burst of fire,
As was his cum, within his pants,
Aching to be released, in a desperate desire.

And as he came, filling his boxers,
With his seed, a primal release,
She, too, came, soaking her panties,
In a storm of ecstasy, a sweet release.

The lap dance had gone beyond limits,
A journey into the dark unknown,
But in that moment, they were free,
To explore their desires, uninhibited and bold.

For in the darkness, they found their light,
In the taboo, they found their release,
The lap dance was more than just a dance,
It was a journey of passion, a moment of peace.

So let the music play, the beat go on,
For their lap dance was a dance of the unknown.
A dance of passion, of lust, and sin,
A dance that only they could begin.