Tonight I danced upon the silk flesh floor of your naked back,
Slow Rhumba’d and rippled my palms across your shoulders,
Shimmying and sweeping them down in a deep, dos-à-dos ‘S’,
Sashaying my way to your hips and small
Turning my heels gentle into your generous curves
In time to your rise and fall.
My Love,
To our music,
Upon your floor,
I don’t have two left feet any more.
Tony Jolley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/left-feet/
