Four- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - one.
We shift to my left
Two-three.
And he comes in closer.
Four- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - one.
We shift to my right.
Two- three.
His arm pulls me closer.
To the right, to the right, to the right.
His pale blue eys stare right through me and I blush,
But he pulls me close.
We rock to the right,
We rock to the left,
We rock to the right,
He pulls me in and turns me around.
His hand never leaves mine.
I don't want it to.
I want to hold onto him forever.
I turn around to greet again.
Swivel,
Rock,
Swivel,
Rock,
Swivel,
Rock--
Then we walk side by side.
My hand rotates in his, gently.
His arm comes around again to hold me closer.
I blush.
He smiles.
We remember Saturday.
Author notes
The counting is for Cuban Rumba- step on two shift between 4-1. The reference to Saturday is because I had hot, wild sex with my dance partner. And I have no problem putting that up here because he doesn't know I have an allpoetry account and I doubt he'd ever read this.
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what a visual piece you brought with a music behind the words..A great piece Indeed..well done my friend..thanks for sharing it...
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