Basic beauty yes, but something less tangible speaks for me.
Not the usual club type, yet at home in the crowd,
approachable sophistication dipped in eclectic style.
Chestnut brown tresses flowing like wheat in the breeze
looking like I was born in the dress I'm wearing,
thick, curvaceous and built to tease.
I humbly say, I know I'm looking good.
Owning your space like you were the only one in the place,
sexy brown eyes and smooth skin of an inviting hue,
looking like you escaped from someone's dream.
Your movements fluid but lingering and rich like warm
syrup melting all in it's path.
You there sipping from a glass and soaking up the scene
as you spy me from the corner of your eye.
Feeling the heat of your stare I turn to meet your gaze-
eyes at last locked assessing, undressing and acquiescing.
The sound of your voice interrupted my daydream.
"Care to dance"you whispered with casual confidence,
strong hand outstretched to show me the way to
pleasure's genesis.
The moment we touched lit us aflame, fire burning out
of control, taunting us as we attempt to tame.
The music entwined us in thought and every other
available level of being.
Remarkable fit, our bodies made for this dance,
you and I in a zone wondering who put who in this trance,
your hand on my hips just as they swing to the right
your eyes following as I descend toward the floor,
your body reacting to the roll my hips against it as I rise once more.
From a slow grind to a sensual wind,
every song played is in the tempo of we,
not hearing the music anymore, only the melody of
temptation playing on our senses.
Anticipating my every move, meeting me with a challenge.
A thin layer of sweat covering your smooth skin,
not from dancing but the things you're imagining.
We are rhythm, a soulful arrangement of attitude and desire;
we too are blues, a harmonious blend of longing and passion.
You wonder silently who I am, where I came from and if I'll take you there
your imagination changing my last name, fathering my children.
All you manage is a request for a name, number, fingerprint or even a lock of hair
anything to keep this magic from disappearing into thin air
Coming close and parting my lips to whisper in your ear,
"If we meet again it will only be by chance.
Make no mistake shug it was just a dance."
RLT �2000
