(Picture derived from Google)
As the beating of the drums, mirror the rhythm of the heartbeats.
Swaying to the energetic tunes,
heard only, by those destined to dance.
Like a river in its bank. Pulled like a magnetic force,
aching for the union of the movements.
Sighs of contentment,
escape from the pores of our essence.
Blended in fixated motions,
pausing the very breath of life, perfectly placed by the meshing
Pulsating rapidly, in the same direction…
Becoming one, with…
*Inspired by the rhythmic flow that men & women have, once they join forces. “DYNAMIC!
by Maxwanette A. Poetess