One Dance-Gingerbay Café
In a dimly lit café
Her natural beauty illuminated
Soft red light gently caresses
Her luscious features as
Slow reggae jams
Dominate the cozy space.
Beres Hammond was at
His vintage best,
So I asked her for one dance.
That night, the DJ was indulging in
With every selection, we sink
In a sea of romantic fantasies.
Her now warm body so soft
I can taste her silky smoothness.
Her head upon my chest as the lyrics
Takes us away captives.
My lips refashioned from
Whispering honeyed words,
To playfully pecking her forehead
To lightly caressing
Her irresistible lips.
We are now drifting in musical waves
Where slow dancehall bump and grind
Evoke fast and choppy breaths.
Sensual rhythms tie us up so close
That the tip of my nose
Skim across her steaming body
Radiates the soothing fragrance
Of her arresting perfume-
I am anchored!
We are lost in this dancehall sea
And time no longer has meaning as
We sail on from
One musical selection to another,
Riding the waves of a multitude Of