Finish What We Started... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Anticipation of tonight sets in;

We're dressed to kill, as the day wears thin,

Your scent intoxicates my senses;

Your body teases me with sexual pretenses,

As we exit the coupe;

I catch a glimpse of your glimmering belly hoop,

My blood simmers in my veins;

As I take a shot to loosen the reins,

Slowly I cut loose the strings;

No longer caring about earthly things,

The beat takes hold of us; I feel your groove;

All I want to do is see you move,

Move baby; move that body with me;

I want to get it on; let everyone see,

As we pulsate with the bass;

We hold the spotlight; the pace,

Seamless our bodies to the music;

Your body flowing making all the ladies sick,

I feel all those curves against my frame;

Half your moves don't have a name,

Our bodies rocking; drenched;

We hold everybody's gaze entrenched,

Until the end of this night soon parted;

As we head on home to finish what we started...

(08/11/2007)