Paso Doble with my Heart
I want to battle with love again.
Mark me with each samba,
let’s conceive our own rhythm.
Step forwardbackforwardback, twirl with the salsa of my lips.
March. Stop. Lean.
Press where back tingles into bottom.
Conga with my clitoris.
Saunter, simmer through the sweat,
I wanna meet your skin.
Femme Noir 