There's a song...
a piece of music
I wish you could hear
when I hear it
a couple appears in my mind
they move lightly
step forward
back
forward
smooth
two as one
the music
flavor of Latin
sultry guitar
dulcet violin
breathy flute
suffuses their bodies
tawny velvet skin
ignited in a warm glow
hands raised
palms touching
crossover steps
bodies syncopated
perfectly in time
perfectly in step
perfectly together
turn
turn
his hands on her
slender waist
move softly
in rhythm
with the easy swaying
of her hips
her silky dress
floats and ripples
a scarlet river
shining under fluorescent "stars"
their gaze steady
into each others' rich
mahogany eyes
until she is twirled
back to his chest
hands still on her waist
his lips tenderly brush her neck
he takes her hand
she turns
into him again
in that moment
no one
nothing else exists
only the music
and their fiery zeal
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
There's a song...
a piece of music
I wish you could hear
when I hear it
a couple appears in my mind
they move lightly
step forward
back
forward
smooth
two as one
the music
flavor of Latin
sultry guitar
dulcet violin
breathy flute
suffuses their bodies
tawny velvet skin
ignited in a warm glow
hands raised
palms touching
crossover steps
bodies syncopated
perfectly in time
perfectly in step
perfectly together
turn
turn
his hands on her
slender waist
move softly
in rhythm
with the easy swaying
of her hips
her silky dress
floats and ripples
a scarlet river
shining under fluorescent "stars"
their gaze steady
into each others' rich
mahogany eyes
until she is twirled
back to his chest
hands still on her waist
his lips tenderly brush her neck
he takes her hand
she turns
into him again
in that moment
no one
nothing else exists
only the music
and their fiery zeal
