Fires Of Elatiion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding hands, sashaying together, not thinking much,
just enjoying the close comfortable feelings of love
while holding one another closely.

Hearts murmuring sweet little nothings in a morse code
of tempos in music, pulsating desires and passion build-
ing within fires of elation.

Challenging couples to continue to dance while their minds,
feelings and passion are reaching a feverish pattern want-
ing to be quenched right this very minute.

Having to continue dancing instead, because the music is
still playing uninterrupted, a steady beating within now
looking for release.