The Salsa Effect !

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Girl:

"What matters is the RIGHT MOVE…
The counts fade with time…
Once you get the rhyme…
You flow with the tune… 
You naturally start to groove…
Because all that matters is the RIGHT MOVE…"

Boy:

"To see what a beat can do.... Just let yourself loose
Let your feet decide your steps…
let imaginations come in use
You will be amazed…On how your body groove
Baby, never worry about the RIGHT MOVE…"

Girl:

Whether he is a stranger or a close acquaintance
All he needs is the rhythmic substance…
You hold those hands and start to groove
Baby, only when you understand the RIGHT MOVE…

Boy:

A known face or a complete stranger
He is all yours when he is your partner
Once you hold his hands and match with his pace
He leads you giving you all your space…
Enjoy the moment… together as you groove…
Baby, you need not worry about the RIGHT MOVE…


Comments

Toshi Mishra said…
Wow...... it flows like a song. Nicely written, sensuous and sweet at the same time...loved it.
June 5, 2012 at 10:22 AM
nehajha said…
Thanks Niks... :) Glad u cud make sense out of it !!!
June 5, 2012 at 10:24 AM
Nishi said…
Truly amazing.........now i know....dance is like a poetry and poetry is a dance of words!
June 9, 2012 at 1:50 AM
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