Danza del Deseo


…burnin’ it down…

 

He feels the weight of her thigh
pressing against his

the flesh of her hip
urgent against him

the warmth
as he responds involuntarily

a heat spreads through him
a quickening of pulse

he swoons
and swells

a deep need overtakes him

he reaches ’round her
firmly encircling her waist
with his strong arm
pulling her forward
bending her backward
with the power of his body
consumed by her passion

thus begins the danza del deseo

his urges hot and husky
on her ear and cheek
they churn in slow pleasure

building in lustful pace and tension
they dance and dance
well into the starry starry night
spinning into a carnal fury

until finally
a great release
sweeps over them

they melt together
in fevered bliss
matching breath for slowing breath

his lips
soft on the nape of her neck
they drift to earth
entwined in the joy
the afterglow
of love’s lingered embrace

rob kistner © 2021

 

 
Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers

Day 5 poetry at: NaPoWriMo 2021

22 thoughts on “Danza del Deseo”

  1. Pro-creative fires raging here, Rob … an excellent palliative for all the anti-soul consumer rot were’s awash and burning up in. Well danced. Thanks for bringin’ it to earthweal.

    1. Certainly Brendan! You are welcome. I was a singer and dancer for 30 years of my life, but my body here in my mid 70’d has betrayed me — but I remember it fondly… so very fondly! I can still sing well, timbre, and most if my range still holds well — just not able to go very long. Heart failure, my Pacemaker, insulin dependent diabetes, and a pulmonary issue does not allow me to sustain breath. There was a time I did three 1-hout floor shows, singing and dancing,5 nights a week — 4 on Saturday. Now it’s a beautiful fading memory.

    1. Thank you Sherry! I have enjoyed triumphs, and I have survived tragedies. In balance, to this point, the good outweighs the regrettable — so I am tipped to the fortunate side.

  2. This is as elemental as a tribal fertility dance: deeply imbued with passion and procreative spirit! Who needs consumerism, when passion can consume us so entirely?

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