…burnin’ it down…
pressing against his
the flesh of her hip
urgent against him
the warmth
as he responds involuntarily
a heat spreads through him
a quickening of pulse
he swoons
and swells
a deep need overtakes him
he reaches ’round her
firmly encircling her waist
with his strong arm
pulling her forward
bending her backward
with the power of his body
consumed by her passion
thus begins the danza del deseo
his urges hot and husky
on her ear and cheek
they churn in slow pleasure
building in lustful pace and tension
they dance and dance
well into the starry starry night
spinning into a carnal fury
until finally
a great release
sweeps over them
they melt together
in fevered bliss
matching breath for slowing breath
his lips
soft on the nape of her neck
they drift to earth
entwined in the joy
the afterglow
of love’s lingered embrace
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers
Day 5 poetry at: NaPoWriMo 2021
Wow, that was some dance! (And the video is hot too.)
Just a little whirl with his girl… 🙂 …thank you Rosemary.
These seductive dances are pure pleasure to watch, to experience … to read.
Pleased you enjoyed this Helen… 🙂
Wow! Everyone should experience that dance at least once in a lifetime. So very vivid.
Great cardio workout Magaly… 🙂
Nothing like a slow dance to turn up the heat. Powerfully written!
Thank you Charley!
Pro-creative fires raging here, Rob … an excellent palliative for all the anti-soul consumer rot were’s awash and burning up in. Well danced. Thanks for bringin’ it to earthweal.
Certainly Brendan! You are welcome. I was a singer and dancer for 30 years of my life, but my body here in my mid 70’d has betrayed me — but I remember it fondly… so very fondly! I can still sing well, timbre, and most if my range still holds well — just not able to go very long. Heart failure, my Pacemaker, insulin dependent diabetes, and a pulmonary issue does not allow me to sustain breath. There was a time I did three 1-hout floor shows, singing and dancing,5 nights a week — 4 on Saturday. Now it’s a beautiful fading memory.
Dance as foreplay – that’s one way to keep the world spinning, Rob!
A celebration of love as old as civilization Kim…
Oh, you have wonderful memories, Rob, of a life well and fully lived. How glorious that music led you on such a dance. A very vivid poem.
Thank you Sherry! I have enjoyed triumphs, and I have survived tragedies. In balance, to this point, the good outweighs the regrettable — so I am tipped to the fortunate side.
Now that’s a dance worth doing!
Wish I still could Sara… 🙂
This is as elemental as a tribal fertility dance: deeply imbued with passion and procreative spirit! Who needs consumerism, when passion can consume us so entirely?
Glad this resonated for you Ingrid.
One of the most entertaining posts I have in a while. Great work Rob.
Thank you Robin!
The essence of communing with nature.
You got it Kerfe. Some like it hot! 😉