Today we traveled to a Senior Center.
Greeted by smiling faces we entered through a door
Into a dim-lit hallway, and out into a sun-filled courtyard
Shaded by gnarled trees that mirrored faces who had weathered through the years.
In the middle of the courtyard to our surprise
There was a couple dancing.
A man and woman stately and elegant of carriage,
Tracing slow steps of a rumba, turning with grace
And underneath, slow burning fire.
I do not remember if we sat or stood
Or if they served us food.
I’ll not forget the dance.
The couple turned to us. Invited us to join them.
The other seniors eager to include us became our partners in the fun.
We shed inhibitions, traveled back to younger years.
Our bodies forgot stiffness as we moved to Cuban rhythms.
Hips remembered how to flirt, smiles gave come-hither looks.
Oh it was so lovely – being sexy at the Senior Center dance.
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What a lovely memory you share. I could hear the rumba music! Splendidly written. I am enjoying your stories. ❤
Thanks, Colleen, ❤
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That is so lovely. I love to watch the older generation dance. They know how to do it right.
Thanks. It feels good to know you enjoy us. ❤
Thank you so much for reading and following my blog.
It’s certainly great to see you sucking the marrow out of life!
Great description! It is pretty amazing.
I’m glad you got your sexy back! Wonderful post 🙂
Thanks! 🙂 😉
Yay for having fun and Cuban rhythms! Shake those hips 🙂
Thanks. It was amazing. 🙂