~ RumbaA Poem by~ I Love....~ Rumba The reflection of your soul is Dancing in my eyes By the dusk Mixed with the sultry And candlelight in the Perfect evening hue You look at me, and have my Hands as we Suffering permanent Our feet shuffling When two lovers on a Gramophone record Play their love Into history Of time, And modern rebirth Turning and turning Moving forward, Or backwards The sheer power That comes from your wrists Provides leadership in this Mysterious sensual dance We both share Incredible like fresh Rain dew on Sunday mornings You're irresistible Attractive Smooth and intelligent You aftershave has Not bygone ever But is so fresh as our First touch I get intoxicated by the Sorcery of your Hypnotic gaze And can totally Surrender into the Sensuality of your Artists arms Knowing that I By your touch Will glow Into a colorful cloth Where you minutes And hours Can enjoy me And watch your Canvas carefully The serenity of my skin With your visual touch Full of love and a Touch to your artwork While you gently and sensual Let me move Until I am nude, for you Totally nude... For only you...
~ Elisa Laura © 2012Author's Note
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