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Hot In Havana.
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It was a sweltering hot sticky Havana summers
Velvet star-studded night
I was sat enjoying the scene
In a dance bar
As someone played the piano accordion
And guitar
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Suddenly I was aware of a shapely silhouette 
Stood at the door and I was transfixed by what I’d seen
And slowly she sauntered in swaying her hips 
As sultry as a feline in her tight figure-hugging backless dress
Figure of a dream the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen

With a red rose tucked in to her glossy raven hair
With  eyes that smoldered and could light up the night
And smooth tanned skin and pouting sensual  ruby lips
Long legs in fishnet tights
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Out to thrill and out to kill
All eyes were on the unknown stranger
As she stood poised at the bar
The room filled the ceiling fans spun
As men smoked their Cuban cigars
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As the room got fuller the heat got hotter
And couples took to the floor
Suddenly out of nowhere
The was stood in front of me
I had seen stood at the door
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Without a word she grabbed my hand
And led me to the dance floor
My heart was beating so fast
And I was sweating from every pore
Her scent was heavenly and heady
As we swayed and spun around
To the bands delightful sound
Her eyes beckoned me as a siren
To come even closer and hold her tight
Her lips were full sumptuous and pouting
The butterflies inside me were fluttering
And I was melting with euphoric delight
Like a moth to a deadly flame our lips 
Almost met then she pulled away
She was just a tease and we could only play her way
Even though I was on fire
Both drenched in sweat
She let me kiss her bare shoulders and long neck
I could taste her perfume
As we swayed across the room
Other men tried to flirt with her
But she only had eyes for me
And I was drowning in ecstasy
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We were both getting thirsty
So I weaved through the dancing couples 
And headed for the bar
Through the haze of smoke from the cigars
When I came back cocktails in hand
She had gone and left the red flower
And a note saying
 Thank you love Edwardo
She wasn’t a she
But a man.
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Peter Dome©©2020.
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