Eyes on fire



They met on

a dance floor,

not far from

the seashore.



When the music

was playing,

their hips

were swaying.



That is where

he would meet her,

this dark haired

flaming Spanish Senorita.



With eyes on fire,

sending out

so much heat and

desire.



She was hot stuff

and knew how to dance,,

wearing black silky

short pants.



Their rhythm almost

touched the floor,

and you could see

he was begging for more.



Laughing, smiling,

and her hair flipped back,

it was flirtation

down a fast track.



She was tall

and slim,

and totally captivated

him.



He didn't get

that far,

and she knew what he wanted

in Bugar.



There was no

place else to go,

or for their lips sharing

some Te quiero.



The Cuban band

played on,

and in a heartbeat

it was all gone.