The Dance
Can you hear the rhythm of the drums,the morrochas,
the guitar,
making love and music together.
I grab your hand and lead you to the dance floor and whisper in your ear.
Follow my lead.
As you put your arms around my hips, the music embraces us,
we become one.
Slowly we become infatuated with each others presence, and there seems to be know-one but us.
As the drums play , my hips sway as well, slowly but elegantly enough so that you are guided by the sweet scent of lavender.
Now we are face to face, eye to eye, movements are slower,
until........
there is no movement at all.
And then the music stops...
You draw your own conclusions.
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