Sizzling Salsa Step

Setting the scene The scene of the dance The heat and sizzle The dusk and sun setting A mirage like a hot, red fire-ball Searing into the horizon Casting an orange hue over all the Sun touches The steam and sweat and passion Climbing in the small Spanish bar, The salsa, the tango, Castanets clicking, the Latino feel Her dress stuck to her tanned wet skin The perspiration dripping from his brow, Salt on his lips, he breathes in deeply The tense bicep holding her lean back in a low dip, His damp, black shirt billows open with his rapid movements, His breath on her neck and cascading down her cheek The gasp of air as he brings her back up, his Firm hand gently placed in the small of her back Guiding her every step, sway, slide and stamp The pirouettes, over and over She’s spinning around his frame, The heel and toe, the stamp of his feet The whip of her brown hair as she turns to and fro, Her soft curls tickling his bare shoulders She flicks and kicks and jumps in his arms Muscles tight in her legs, her thighs rigid He twists and turns, the heels clicking on Acacia wood, the smell is intense The smell of dance and Latin heat They pull away, snap close together, she drops through His legs, into splits on the warm floor, effortlessly, He lifts her with one arm, her heels on the wood back up against a chest so broad Breathless, she holds unto his body, his neck, his pulse throbbing Her ankles weak, feet numb, the dance has ended His stare intense, lungs ache, his arms around her back, She reaches for his hair, the music fades into silence The dance has ended, The passion just begun…