She stood by the bar
And smiled with an effervescent glint
Her eyes enigmatic
Looking, not giving any hint
She ordered
And waited for her drink
When led, moved smoothly
Like a skater in the rink
When the music started
And upped the beat
Her magic moves
Turned on the heat
Twist, turns and drops
Our chemistry was unprecedented
Her passion was sizzling
First drops of rain on a roof cemented
If beats maketh a ‘music’
And moves maketh a ‘dance’
Wonder what
is this cryptic word ‘Romance’
Salsa, merengue, cha-cha
The music never would stop
The tempo was up
Our HIGH never took a DROP
I woke up in the morning
‘It’s a dream”, I thought as much
But my heart kept pounding
I could still feel the touch…
Sourced from: YK’s blog
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