FREEDOM
By Howard SERGIO Tucker
Latin singer, calls his musical ancestral spirits,
Bends back 40 degrees, throwing his voice powerfully to the
ceiling,
Passion excites us even more; we sweat, some in heels,
shoes, long, short hair, skirts, soft curves, thin, round, and toned
Doesn’t matter, the Salsa has taken over,
Circling, stepping, prancing, seducing, playing, lost and
found, some clueless and others profound,
I step within myself, let her wander amongst the crowd,
There is desire, yet the game of words I play, feeds the
rhythm in my mind,
Her music relaxes me, with a sip of wine to buy time,
Captivating beauty with perfect little touches here and
there, always fine
She leans in, whispers to my ear, so feminine, and can’t
help but smile,
Playing hide and seek with her words, lightly against my arm
I laugh quietly, as she brushes off other’s advances with
charm
Allowing some to softly fall, and others, maybe she’ll call
She smiles as her hips sway in delicate circle patterns from
side to side
Moving in and out of conversations,
At that moment I realize…
My strength to let her go is more powerful than the control
to keep her,
She works the room; freedom tastes sexier when she returns.
Freedom tastes sexier when she returns...
By
Howard SERGIO Tucker © 1/5/2013
