The flamenco

Gipsy Kings - Sin Ella

The flamenco
Begins with
The warmth
Of her hand
Escaping
Slowly
Softly
Pulling away
Yet
It lingered
Longing
To return
To the seduction
The fleeting friction
Cascading desire
Born
Of press
The soft
Slow
Move
All part of a dance
Born from
Th0e burning touch
Forever denying
Her hand
Twisting
Lightly movi
Out of touch
Waiting
Longing his pursuit
Though
She would deny
Possibly
Knowing
He would see
The shifting
Beckoning
Move of her hips
Hide
Behind the caressing cotton clinging
To a dipping line
Waiting to seduce
For his pursuit
Stamping heels
Clapping of hands
To call
As she
Pulled
Hesitating
From my hand
Did she think I
didn't see
The weight
The crushing
Sadness of her eyes
Did she think I didn't see
As she turned
Her heels slow cobblestone click
My hand
Was only waiting
For the pause
For her return
Back to the warmth
Of the killing embrace
That pulled her
To me
So
I
Press around her hip
Waiting
For her next silken slide