Free Motion
Tapped percussion dribbles a wham,rushing
on quivers of sensation through my blood,
when duskfall changes its beat to jazz
a dizzy ride in gush of night, I roll.
Notes throbbing a cadence along blues' mood
as velvet of skin begins to open,
unmentionable thrills of breath unwind
claimed by music so raw, wild hips sashay.
Hands unfurl in a lift of tempo's rise;
while my body gyrates in free motion
like rippling fire, I can't stop toes ablaze
and the circle of groove jives on to reel.
Oh, just one more grasp of this revelry
while conga drums beg for another dance
inhaling euphoric whim, life's vein
where pulses burst as dawn's moments arrive!
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Mood Music with Original Details Contest
Sponsor: Sheri F. Harper
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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