Riki-tiki-rat. Tat-trrrap.
Tum. Tum. Tik. Tik-tumm.
Rage of the drum, fervor of the clave.
A force inside me, it rolls up through my shoulders, flows down
through my knees, sparks my fingertips, enflames my toes.
Anticipation. Exhilaration. Tension. Elation.
Click, swish, swoosh, tack, snap. Hips, dips.
The heat of the moment burns, yet you feel chills.
You are invited for the ardent thrill.
Riki-tiki-ting. Tin-trrrin.
E. Ryser, Copyright(C) 2003 |
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