Caught in Flamenco

by | Nov 18, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

She danced around the olive trees
In hot and fiery Spanish mood
Dark, fluid, seductively lewd
For man, strumming guitar on knee.

Beyond the town where no-one sees
Without distraction to encroach
Her drive for dance beyond reproach
Her yearning for him as intense
For nothing else could recompense
Raven haired beauty; that he’d woke.


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