Transcend. Eminence. Renaissance.

Esto suena como una canción de amor, its a romantic flow that dance behind my lips

With my hands sliding unto your hips, we swerve our hips side to side with both hearts open so wide; listening, synchronizing, syncopating in rhythm and motion.

I lead, you follow. As a lead, you read my next move, as I move with intention.

Steady commotion like a locomotion,

No force, no rush, no push; just flow in connection non verbally to solidify our communication.

Lovely and beauteous like a flower, there’s wonder in your frame of aesthetics alongside your vigorous fluid movements,

from your personalized dance heels that flaunts your pretty pedicure gliding the dance floor,

From your flowly glamorous comfort attire, so shapely and beauteous that beholds your beauty;

From the scent of your serotonin, arouses my dopamine.

Face to face, chest to chest; energy is withdrawn and shared in this space.

Staring into each other’s eyes with a smile is like traveling another dimension out of space.

The warmth of taking your hand, pressed so gently with an intention breathes more purpose than any attention; to make you felt.

The equanimity of mindfulness and equilibrium of partnership

Connected heart to heart with so much heat, we syncopate in not missing any beat.

This is where our feet meet, side together, side together, step together and step together.

Listing, looting, listening of all genres; salsa, bachata, Kizomba, ballroom, Steppin, the frequencies of the sound stimulate our sensory overload for a beautiful polarity exchange language in overflow.

Leading you in rhythm together is painting a picture of me giving you a rose, as I caress it across your skin, from your neck, to your upper torso, very gently; adoring you, admiring you, embracing the present moment standing together.

As the music stops, we leave feeling so felt. So felt, is feeling over joyed, how genuineness step in the room leads to give greatest present we allow, presence.

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