Stepping Through Time

A curtsy in my red dress, trestles hanging down my eye makeup is a mess, sweat beads have accumulated on my forehead crown Oh but that Sound that Sound He's lanky and thin with a slight hint of gin A graying beard is thick upon his gnarly chin Ah, the way he moves his body like a decadent sin When he put his arms around my waist we twisted and turned His soulful eyes, I could almost taste Took all I had to keep up with his pace With a 2/4 beat, repeat, repeat, we worked up an incredible heat What an amazing raspy sound as we danced across that log floor ground There were bongos and fervent energy the conga added to the synergy As our dance feverishly transpired I intuited the great release he so desired As he was a president uniquely inspired For him, a macob job was required For the dance, and the freedom of slavery demanded the utmost of bravery Stepping through Time I could have chosen many Instead, I had a Merengue with the staunch face of the U.S. penny How many of you can beat that, Any? 191 wds.