tap, spin, tap, tap

hands in my hands
gripping
we listen
we move
one, two, three, tap
i'm spun,
spinning, a little dizzy
with pleasure
and spinning

hand presses my shoulder blade
the contours of his bicep and shoulder
he moves
he turns
my fingers sliding across his back
he catches hold of my hand
pulls it around his neck
delighted
smile, two, three, tap

pulled in close
this intimate posture
my leg slides up the side of his
sidelong glance: this is sexy
guiding my body
with his hands
with his body
to this music

sidelong glances
we feel sexy
muscles and curves, this is real
bodies akin, moving together
attuned
coarse masculinity and
the honeyed feminine
spin, turn, three, tap