Dancing girl
She moved like the wind over water,
a thin veil of sweat covered her
face and arms, and her denim jeans
seemed to grin, charming ornaments!
She was shadowed, her neon hair came
and went like a hiding sun.
I wondered of the salt on her hot skin,
and her half lit face, like a fogy prism
in that grey room where the light
emerged from her, as golden rods!
I watched her whirl and sway, as her
thighs stretched her hip-hop blue,
her big smile fractured the lazy late night
and filled the room with the most beautiful bells!
I was as stunned as a bee sting! I gripped
and fisted my instincts and told my mental
self, she\'ll always be there, with a smooth
and sensual ache at the foot of her feet!
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