We danced on cobble stone streets
In the month of june
May whispers on my shoulder
In the streets of Morocco
But merengue blazed
On the street corner
Pouring the sounds of salsa
From dim lit windows
Laughter carried
In a language native not mine
And my hips moved festively
Quick! Quick! Turn! Dip!
Tilted my head curls praying backwards
In your arms I belong
Body close but your presence
Invading me slowly
And you step quickly
But whisper slow
We spun into infinity
A sweet night in Morocco
