Sand Dance... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Drums beat in forces,
symphony rise in voices,
praising in sweet choruses,
their beautiful performances,

Yee keen? Alas!

Thighs writhe with cause,
bottoms lure in cloth
arms place in pause…
not a moment is lost.

Yee breath? Perhaps!

Lustful hunger,
Hot an’ amber,
seek yee hunter,
to touch this dancer.

Called it sand dance,
this mystic process,
an intimate progress,
think it no less…
this perfect caress.

Particles filter,
Liquid linger,
soft skin hither,
like brewing liquor
loves digging deeper.

Bewitching movement,
I join this moment,
her skin with vigor.
With me she slither.

Poetic posture…
prevalent lusture,
of this sand dancer?
Romance her answer…

Simply put,
Am blown away
By this sand dance.