The Perfect Partner - Dance

To a rhythm my feet were moving. Left, right, T.A.N.G.O. Moving at a pace full of life and spirit. A willing partner I had. Twirl, pause, five steps always ahead. Stamp and up he holsters me. He was best with the twist. My hips would gyrate. Moving at the steady pace of his grasp. Completely igniting my body fiercely. I could not help but change my pace. To a beat from Santana I enacted to a tarantella dance. Feeling his strong hands; Hold, feel, touch and inflict. Aphrodisiac some would say. Perfect partner I thought. 1, T.W.O.S.T.E.P. we go 1, 2 he leads me. I follow like a loyal dog, the irony. I loved dancing. I loved dancing with him. Cha-cha he changed the pace. Cha-cha I felt my heart beat. His hands slithering. His body away from me it went. Coming back again for a sultry dance of shag. The dream partner I needed. Zouk he dances again. Paso-doble he serenaded. My heartbeat getting stronger. My feet moving willingly. Moving closer. His hands grabbed me softly closer. Waltzing he teased the tip of my nose. Moving slowly down to my lips. Allemande our arms where. He whispered in a tricotee tone. Au revoir my sweet. I’m sorry to be such a bag. But our dance has come to an end. Cakewalk he strode away. A partner he was to me. But never was I to him. Fox trot I complimented myself. A fool I felt as I broke in a hora dance alone. My perfect partner was gone. I guess those who understand dance moves will understand this, but Im pretty sure its understandable ;-) © Herzel Poshiwa