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…
Copyright © Samantha Haynes | Year Posted 2006
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