The Passionate Dance

The passion of the dance becomes unveiled.
The rustle of her dress enthralls.
The music continues to go into you as
the dance becomes Duende.

The fire in his eyes looking to her, then
stamp their feet in unison.
The touch of hands makes them feel depths
of their souls becoming one.

He holds her tight and feels her breath
with the passion of the dance.
She feels his heat and strength of desire,
and longs for more than his touch.

The dance must end, but they want to go on,
and continue to the end of time.
For what is love, but a moment of time
when the dance becomes Duende.