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Coyly Samba
eyeball to eyeball, deep, labored breathing,
sidestepping, pulling, twirling, pushing;
bodies swaying to the fast Latin beat,
sultry flame of uncontrollable heat;
enchanting the feral, seductive rhythm,
seemingly floating and lost in a dream;
to some dizzying heights wildly soaring,
inflamed pores with sweat overflowing;
lost in the magic of that Brazilian dance,
the master and his moonstruck mistress;
sitting in the corner their loyal Maltese,
admiringly watching, deep in a trance!
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Wilfredo Derequito
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