Your mouth mumbles mambo, sensual sounds,
in some forgotten language, the dialect of dancers.
I try, but cannot match the hypnotic swivel of your lips,
unable to match the rhythm and follow your lead.
Your mouth mumbles mambo, sensual sounds,
in some forgotten language, the dialect of dancers.
I try, but cannot match the hypnotic swivel of your lips,
unable to match the rhythm and follow your lead.
