Ballroom Memoirs
By Carrie Ann King Johnson
My leg wrapped around
your sinuous muscle.
A beat, then twist.
Sweet seduction
courses through my blood.
It takes two to tango,
you reply
in a whisper on my neck.
Each move pulls the heart
from my chest
as our bodies slide
skin on skin
to the next step,
another position.
Music disappears to background
as hip digs into thigh,
my head falling into a lunge
then stop.
Breathing steadily, we bow.
It takes two to tango,
you whisper, take me home.
What's not to love about this? It's sultry, provocative and makes me feel like I'm in the middle of the dance. Take me home!
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