In the sway of hips

In the heart of night, under moon's gentle glow,

Two souls entwine on a floor all aflow.

To rhythms that pulse like a river's wild spree,

They move to the beat, so alive and free.

In the sway of hips and the arch of a hand,

They tell a tale only dancers understand.

With every step, a story unfurls,

In the language of passion, they speak with twirls.

Their bodies speak volumes, without a word said,

In the language of salsa, where desires are fed.

With each fiery spin and each graceful dip,

They find in each other a passionate grip.

In the embrace of the music, they're lost,

In a dance that defies any tempest or frost.

For salsa is more than just steps on a floor,

It's a dance of the heart, forever craving more.

So let the music play, let the rhythm ignite,

As they dance through the hours, into the night.

For in the world of salsa, they find their delight,

Two souls in motion, burning bright.