Archive-name: SpecMome/merengue.txt
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Archive-title: Merengue



     They lie on the floor, facing each other.  He grasps her hands in
his, their fingers locking, palms pressed against each other.
Tentatively, he pushes forward;  she responds with firmness, moving
back with his thrust but not yielding.  He pulls her back.  They are
ready.

     He loosens his hold to the most delicate of touching, so only
their fingertips meet.  He begins the slow, rhythmic, forward and back
motion with his hands, their hold never breaking.  He slowly brings
their hands together and intertwines their arms like serpents, up and
down, the rhythm increasing.  He tightens their hold now, pressing his
palms against hers.  He separates their arms and pulls her entire body
to his, only to push her away again.  The rhythm, ever quickening:
forward, back.  At his lead, they rise to their knees and grasp each
others' shoulders.  They rock in the rhythm, burning in their
closeness.


     With an exchange of the eyes, they rise to the dance...

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