An Evening In His Arms
Starring at him from across the room
All shades of brown were in his eyes
With my figure glowing in the moon it was no surprise he didn't notice me
My flowing dress was catching his attention
Every waft from that warm summer night
He wanted to read and study my native body....
Language, but wasn't bold enough
He was warming up from a cold broken heart that he suffered
Things were heating up now
The piano got me swaying from side to side
I fled from my friends
Courageously I broke out of my shell and on to the dance floor
My heels were tapping
My fingers were snapping
To sound of the congas
My head was nodding to the bass guitar
And my hips were moving
Across the room he could see that I was grooving
Temptation was setting in
He wanted to jump up and hold my hand joining me in the solo dance
and turned it in to a duet
Face to face
My eye's were scanning his well structured jawline
to his full soft lips
to his bold light brown eyes
to his fresh wavy cut
He appreciated my figure enough to touch it
His hand contoured to my hips
and we moved to the sax's sexy smooth notes
Harmonizing with the piano's light sharp melodies
No talking was needed
He was talking to me in a soft low tone
Not putting me to sleep
but waking up my mind to believe that he may be the one that sweeps
me off my feet,
dancing on the verge of passion
Copyright © Carlene Barnes | Year Posted 2007
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