For eight years,
I have never cared for the monotonous rhythm that defines the music of bachata...

Untill I learned to dance it with you.

Now, I can't get enought of that four beat melody accompanied by wailing guitar,
for it sings of endless nights on the dancefloor pressed against your chest,
my senses overwhelmed with the smell of your cologne,
forgetting how badly my feet hurt in these stiletto heels.

07/30/2006

Posted on 08/15/2006
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