Lost in Dance

Ok... I'm guilty.
I can't dance salsa, but
 I cant question the excitement
 I have when she is in arms
 I wonder if she can feel my excitement
        I wish when she touches my hand all my feels are communicated
        When I hold her, and my hand is on the small of her back,
            wish I could know her feeling

 But I cant let it take over.
   Because if I did...
   where would be no room for...
           left right left
           right left right
           fast fast slow
   And if that gets to far from my mind
   I'll a make scene,
       worst I'll get on her toes
    
Salsa, and it's hazards
     her eyes
     her playful smile
          and my heart that is beating just a little too fast

But I have to admit, my favorite dance floor for two of us, is her kitchen floor
 away from prying eyes
     a place where I can giggle at my missteps
     if there is place that I can get lost
          with her presence, it's there
       
Left, right, left...
 shit, what's next???