By Gala
Date: 19 January 2001
Two To Tango
Caught up in your arms,
I feel the pulse of the music
enter my skin like a lover,
and when you bend me back,
your eyes touch mine frankly
and i can feel your lip
travel down my neck
when I look at your mouth.
Everything is jam and honey in your hands.
I break the look,
afraid that it will show,
that someone will see what you do to me---
and you catch my chin with one finger
and raise it so I cannot look away.
Caught again,
and I do not care who sees,
don't care what is said.
The music is your method,
and you take me
twice before the dance has ended.
Only when the next song begins
and I feel your hands
reach out to pull me close
do I breathe again.
Dance with me.
Dance with me.
Yes.
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