The Dance
The dance
I feel the vibrations in my soul
see you, my only matador
as you approach
with hair sleeked back
and eyes on fire
you lit my soul
the passion from within
in anticipation you make me wait
for the burning sensation
of your touch
but more than that
the fire you ignite
within my heart
you tease me
like the matador the bull
I long for you
and gladly would submit
but you prolong the agony
the only solace I do find
in the passion oozing
from your body hard
our hands entwine
and lift high
you turn me in figure-eight
then with the force of a volcano
you pull me against your heart
the passion in your eyes
a reflection of my own
consume me like a fire
but you still control
my every step
till totally in control
you have me make a perfect fall
as you hold me near the floor
and we dance
we danced the Paso doble!
©Marsofine Krynauw
6 April 2022