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Teach Me
by Kate DemereeTeach Me To...
Teach me to dance, she said
As she laid her hand on his heart
But I dont dance, his soft reply
I told you at the start
Their words
Hang in the air as he holds her
Locked in an embrace
Blue on blue
Face to face
Soft notes from the radio
Old and slow drifting
Sweet to the ears
His head steadily descending
Her lips gone dry
She wets them with
The tip of her tongue
Leaving them moist
And parted
Breathing in slow
Short breaths
The warmth from his hands
Radiating through her body
As their lips meet
And the music moves them
Lazily back and forth
Undulations of the hips
Shuffling of the feet
Sound, motion, and emotion
Echoing the beat
Teach me to
. Dance
6/4/02
06/01/2003 Posted on 06/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/02/03 at 03:24 PM Reminds me of the sultry way Bette Midler re-did the old standard, "Do you Wanna Dance?"....i could see the slow, sensual two-steps in my mind while reading this |
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