Salsa
The spicey Latin dips,
that make me shake my hips.
Twirl and spin,
No need to spike my gin.
As we move around the dance floor,
I can feel my feet getting sore.
Ignoring the seering pain,
our step fall into a predicable lane.
The music is getting louder,
My heart begins to cower.
To your mighty stance,
I just need to dance.
Katie & Jillian