Touching You, Touching Me
Flaunting our beauty before the crowd, we dance,tapping our feet,our shoes against the boards,our arms uplifted,working the castanets,dancing. We danceto the music of flamenco,twirling and whirling,making our bodies sway,letting the world knowwe are here,and we are here to stay. We dance,and we join hands,delicate hands,feminine hands,together at last. Free to expressthe joyof beinggirls, of women, of ladies, together. On...