Thrill

Lost in the rhythm

With aim, I, the lady in red tonight

Put my African waist to work

With a gentle yet purposeful sway

I lit the fire in him

The audience away from the audience

The audience, I actually wanted

The way I wanted

I thrilled with my moves

He, in the secluded darkness sat

The light from his cigar, a red halo

The man of my dreams

The way I wanted

I felt his eyes burning my flesh

A ‘go ahead’ order

My thrill, a snake crawling up his spine

In turn giving me that naughty chills

Then I saw the glint in his eyes,

‘Craving’

The thrill of the illicit

Amor prohibido

The perfect time

Like smoke, I left with wind

Unoma. B

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