Passion in the Rain: A Memory

I will always remember

Sophia from Spain,

my Spanish Seductora

in a backless, red dress, fit tight.

In an erotic fandango,

on that romantic rainy night,

over me, she swayed in a

seductive lover's dance.  

Now, with the falling of

a warm, wild rain,

over me, my umbrella

entwines with the wind,

up, down, side to side,

bringing back the memory

of that rainy night.  

Author's Note

Critiques are welcome.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lovely memory. We do need them in old age. I tried to be a dancer once. Two left feet. I could Texas two-step. Not so hard to do. I liked the places, I liked the dancer and the beauty described in the words. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Relic]

Thanks so much for the comment, Coyote. :)