When
I saw you waiting. I saw the perfect red. You were waited with a
patience silence. I watched you for a moment drinking in the exquisite
view of bare shoulders, sensuous eyes and gentle lips. My need for you
escalated as I submerged into my temptress of hope and love.
I
went to you and you stood-up.You gave me a heavy embrace and long and
sweet kisses. The kisses tasted of sweet red wine and I put my face into
your auburn hair. I smell free flowers and the gentle perfume on soft
and wanting skin.
You
whispered to me. "Where your been Johnnie? The good song and sweet red
wine made me sad, I needed to dance with you my love. You promised a
long night of the Tango. You promised a long walk near the sea and to
serenade me with poetry of love till the morning birth."
I
brought her closer and I whispered. The night is young and the songs
are not done yet. The sea can wait. I have pineapple juice and good rum
in the truck. Dear Amy, we shall dance till the tavern kicked us out. We
will roam to the sea. Drink, talk and laugh till the morning light. You
are my only wish and need my love. I need to bathe in your kind and
gentle eyes.I will sing songs of love and speak words of love you. You
are my muse and you give me reasons to live and go forward.
She
took my hands and we roamed to the dance floor. I held her hip and
hand. We allowed the dance of the tango to stir-up emotions and make us
fall into the fierce dance without caution. I whispered to her. The
storm of life is coming and I fear not because you are with my sweet
love.
Hello John I got your name from the poets you might like page and liked your pen name so here I am but I think we were already friends from when I was on the site before. :) Wow this is fantastic to read not like any poem I ever read it is more like a story but I love it because it talks of love romance rum affection sensuality dancing music singing walks along a shore all created in an atmosphere that sweeps me away into a world of marvelous images in fantasy, a dream any girl would love to imagine herself in, you are a true Casanova and a very talented writer and i love this piece, it takes my breath … thank you! :)
Glorious romance. It is sad dancing is a vertical interpretation of a horizontal act and this poem proves it, John. The storms of life are easier to navigate when you have the one you love in your arms...so dance! Beautifully written. Lydi**
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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