A Dancer I may be, but in the club house,
In reality I am but a church mouse.
Dancing to rhyhm in confines of my house,
For yet another feeling in me to arouse.

Come on now, burn my dancefloor,
I know its you, walk through that door.
I am waiting for godsake can’t you see,
Thats not good dear Wild and Free.

I love to Salsa when I dance,
With a different partner is just a prance.
But with you its a heartfelt dance,
One with nature in keeping with romance.

Come on now, don’t keep me waiting,
My feet are moving and body tingling.
I need to move and groove to the beat,
Gyrate in rhythm, create ecstatic heat.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 19th October 2010