In taut tango embrace,
two coiling bodies
boldly manoeuvre
across the floor,
weaving magic
with their steps.
Caressing the music
they coax the crowd
to swell with flame,
to bubble and simmer.
Eyes burning with thrill,
craving heat,
lost and consumed
as glowing embers.
The rhythm carries
their rise and fall,
their clinch ...
then final release
Strictly Come Dancing da da da...dadada
love it as usual
Gusx
Well this is certainly different! Some lovely movement in these words. A wonderful evocation of dancing intercourse. Well described Sian.
Lovely to see you back and posting Sian. Have never danced a Tango but your poem gets me wishing...you convey the passion and the heat well and I like the simplicity of your style.
This paints a fine picture of passionate, erotic dance. It certainly had me bubbling and simmering ... and it takes quite a lot to evoke that sort of feeling in me these days. SR.
sorry a more serious comment this time...
what a great aproach to the intimacy of the dance. Loved the title and the way you have described the passion of it. I canot dance, too late to learn now :-) Win x
Lets.... Play Darts!
Whoa Sian! As you often seem to do, you have laced this with a heady, erotic undercurrent. I wonder, do I still have that "Bromide" in the cupboard - the last dose seems to be wearing off . . . ;-)
Regards,
A.E. x
I am out there feeling it...
with that special someone...
'Eyes burning with thrill,
craving heat,
lost and consumed
as glowing embers.'
Lovely : )
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<Deleted User> (7073)
Tue 24th Nov 2009 20:43
Certainly not dancing amongst the trees this ha ha Hot stuff ;-))