Intensely she whispered into his ear;
“Dance is a circle of spiraling movement,
“Circles within circles linking bodies with
“Elements of emotion from sorrow to sensuality,
“Jealousy to joy. Limited only by the fears they contain,
“Dancers are the vessels for passion’s flame.”
Without a word he pulls her toward him,
Firmly taking control of her willing body.
Champagne bubbles pulse through her veins.
Raging forest fires engulf the space between them.
Thunderous rhythms
Pound through her skin.
Whose heartbeat,
She wonders,
Just before succumbing
To the ultimate ecstasy
Beyond conscious thought.
Quivering, she yields to the dance.
                                                                                                  --Rhea Giffin ©1997

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