Salsa Sensations

Waves of rhtymn pierce the still air. There are dim lights...coloured shades, flitering softness, tender shafts of subtle light. Darkness all around them, him and... A firm hand, graceful clasp, round the softness of the side, on the supple back, milky skin taut with the tense sensations of romance and music mingled.

There is red, much red...red silk, red lamps, red lips, red sensations - vibrance energy that die into hazy realms of subdued passion - passion now undercurrent, in heaves, in sighs, in moans that time the beat of the Salsa drums.

They spin together...their thin layers of sensuous sweat mingle, sultry gazes lock, primal scents released and the dance becomes the unity, the sway of one body, the impassioned merging of minds.

And through the sliky, languid fliaments of cigarette smoke the onlooker sips burning brandy to put out the fire within. He drinks the intoxication of the night though his eyes and sits transported.