The Dance Poem by Vonda Overlie

When your fingers touch my skin, I tremble
My thoughts think how smooth and velvety.

Dancing together in perfect rythmn.
We belong.

We have perfected the dance. My body now responds even more to your touch.

At times I ache for you.
You call me insaitable.

I like this in me.. the passion I feel for you.
I am yours and yours alone, untouched by another.

I am your instrument, finely tuned and awaitng the next rehearsal