The Rhythm Of The Dance - Poem by Bob Gibson
A warm balmy eve on palm fringed beach
A bonfire burns, out of touch out of reach
Whispers of waves lapping the shore
A full moon reflecting the ocean's amour
The music plays, a sip of red wine
Two body's synchronized to rhythm and time
The delicious decadence of two people in love
Synchronizied movement like a hand in a glove
The dance started slow each step was controlled
But as the tempo increased, we became rather bold
Our bodies entwined, nothing made sense
Our dancing that night was so intense
The purity of movement, the language of life
The core of our passion, it cut like a knife
The fluids of motion, our body's on fire
The magic of rhythm the dance of desire
Do these passionate feelings dwell in the young?
Will they kiss their lover, using their tongue?
Are their hearts desires like yours and mine?
Is the world still the same? as in our time?
Yes Girl! you dance, you dance every day
Its just now you dance, in a different way
The passions of youth played a different tune
It seems it was over all to soon
The tango's still there, we danced it with Passion
We've just got older, it's not out of fashion
Yes i to miss the days, of our youth
It was exiting, ain't that is the truth
We'll see these feelings, through the eyes of our young
Yes! they'll kiss their lovers! still using their tongue
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