Shall we dance?
Waltz with me my dear,
My eyes polka with yours.
Our hands entwine in a delicate ballet,
As our minds restlessly foxtrot.
Courting like a tango?
As your heart does the rumba,
Mine does the samba.
La Bamba with me my dear?
Can we increase the energy?
Belly dance and whirling dervish
May warm things up.
And by the end of this dance,
We are both very tired.
Maybe another time.
YOU ARE READING
Crimson Abyss
Şiir"When all is lost, my words are the only thing I will have left."
