I am the “Forbidden dance,”
left as a legacy, and they also call me
Lambada, that Lambada with the,
As you sway, I slide like a dewdrop
As you spin, I twirl like a petal.
with your arm on her waist
And she surrendering on your shoulder.
I flow like a river to meet that sea
That sea which has seen several nights,
Waiting for the moon to tell your stories, and mine, “The Forbidden Dance”
Picture courtesy: https://unsplash.com/photos/tWezx1tg8v4
Wrote this “The Forbidden dance,” as a prompt for the #Poetryplanet