The slow twist

Bob Marley - Lady Gaga: Could you be Loved - Love game

The slow twist
began

Her tanned skin
Light cinnamon
Kissed
Mingled
Captured rays
And the heat
of a dying sun

Her mane
Cascaded
Down
To frame
Half opened mirrors
Reflecting
Her heat
Without shame

Her foot slowly twisted
Back
And forth
Round
And round
Knowing
Waiting

All the while
A
Sly smile
Knowing
Longing
Waiting
For my approach
For the fire
To erupt
As she smiled
Beckoning

Finger brought
Between
Pursed lips
So red
So full
Wanting only
To capitulate
To the burning touch
Of his Kiss
Just as smoldering
Lacking only
The breath of life
To be consumed

All as
The slow twist continued