They dance:
Slinky, sensuous, slow.
Feet and legs entangled,
Thigh pressed on thigh,
Hips whispering,
Hands thither and hither,
Fingers searching,
Arms entwined,
Lips brushing lips,
Tongue seeking tongue.
In silhouette, one body moving,
Twisting, gyrating.
A dance of love, of ecstasy, of being.

We dance the dance,
Not dancing.





Dafydd ap pedr

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