Dance of Passion

When he walked across the floor
No one ever looked at me like that before
Even though this is a dance class
His looks I couldn’t get past

His hand outstretched to mine
I was feeling so divine
I felt his warmth as our hands clasped
Just then I felt I gasped

Our stride was in the tango
Smooth and with a glance
Our eyes met with seduction
In a course of instruction

My body so close to his
The tango dance that is
He whispered in my ear
Let me keep you ever so near

His hands upon my hips
And then I felt his lips
He was only my dance teacher
Was this an imaginary creature?

This is how we first met
How could I ever forget?
A love that we entwine
That is simply so divine

© Joyce Ann Geyer