The Dance

transfixed by her smile,
the swaying of her hips
the pouting of her lips,
how she moves her hands,
as she flows across the floor
like ripples in a pond,
the rhythm of the beat
the samba in her feet,
the closing off of space
as we take our first embrace,
though a hundred eyes upon us
we will not let them in,
to the story we’ve begun,
the smells, the sights the sounds
the energy abounds,
the caresses,touch and sighs
the passion in our eyes,
as we taste each other now,
for we are in a trance
in the movement of the dance,
in this ballroom of romance


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