The Colors of Merengue
By vaivute
We move through darkness.Feet dance to the Latin beat as if the carpet's red threads were made of fire.I am pulled towards him.The yellow glow of a candle flickers across his face.Piercing blue eyes gaze intently at mine. My heart pounds as i feel the hot blood throb through my body.My feet move quickly as he swings me from side to side in a crimson haze of passion. My vision blurs.I spin through scarlet flames of lust.Closer and closerMy body molds to his like molten lava. The volcano eruptsAs we dance through the fiery colors of merengue. Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 15 2001 05:28 AM PST 0 • 8
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"We move through darkness.Feet dance to the Latin beat as if the carpet's red threads were made of fire.I am pulled towards him.The yellow glow of a candle flickers across his face.Piercing blue eyes gaze intently at mine. My heart pounds as i feel the hot blood throb through my body.My feet move quickly as he swings me from side to side in a crimson haze of passion. My vision blurs.I spin through scarlet flames of lust.Closer and closerMy body molds to his like molten lava. The volcano eruptsAs we dance through the fiery colors of merengue...."