It’s my only request, to Latin Indies we’d move.
Upright, your hand on my back
posture matters, you can’t let go.
My face turned away, one hand in yours
our forms so slightly touching.
My mind is on your movements alone
feeling them; stealing a glance first
you consider my open heart facing you
kiss my neck.
It might be like a slow drink of my breath
releasing my body to move in step with yours.
My leg moves back with yours moving forward
feeling each others resistance, pushing with our hips, back and forth.
Dripping back, you are holding me up
connected by strings of energy that have existed from the beginning.
Our motions increase, speed and tempo
in small movements, we find each others rhythms right
from deep inside, they come.