to a latin american dancer, with regret
last night
i fell
in lust
with a latin american dancer.
broad shoulders,
bare chest bronzed,
tight black bell-bottoms
in matador stance,
he smiled constantly, charmingly,
flashing sharp white teeth
like the devil,
(of course
i felt like
the only woman
in the dancehall.)
heady music passion
pounding,
he samba-rumba’d his way
rhythmically
into my loins;
i couldn’t get enough.
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