Gone Astray Is My Dancing Partner
Gone Astray Is My Dancing Partner
The music is calling. The sound is enthralling and sensational. Like the sweet, delicate scent of the summer roses, it is irresistible. Relentlessly, the movement of the feet and the embracing of the bodies are rhythmically swaying to the entrenchment and melodramatic of the music. It is provocative to the mounting sexuality and desire in the trance of dexterity.
Left to right, front and back, in a circle we move to the dancing music. The music of tango is elegant but heated. The melody of waltz and rumba are passionate yet approachable. The tuning of swing is the symphony of the loving beat, and the tinkle of salsa is of a dance of zealous amorous. The thrashing and turning of the beast within is threatened to unleash amidst the commotion.
The music is addictive, even more with love. The combination of both is an agony to the heart and mind. It is a burning sensation. It is also appealing to the humans that love is to be conquered and possess. The temptation is unmistaken able. Precariously, the enticement is torturing and compelling.
The music is as tempestuous as a beckon call of a lover in the harmony of a sunny day. The freshness and the touching of the flesh and the gasping for airs in excitement are in flaming. The longer in each other arms, the deeper and ablaze the yearning is. Wretchedly, an answer to the call has put a stop to the thrust.
Gone astray is my dancing partner. The denying of his existence to the heart is and forever will be a wall to what had existed in the past. Yet, like the taste of a bitter melon, the feeling is lingered on.
Feb. 19.06
