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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Author:
cabalo blanco (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Good read. Have a Happy Holiday and Stay Safe.
thank you sir, you as well!
This is a great little poem. Excellent visuals!
thank you Clara! its still very much in my memory.
Thank you for a memorable poem
im glad you like it, thanks!
A lady who means so much to you as can be seen in your words.
Andy
good read,
like the element of 'movement' in your structure to reemphasis the action words
Happy Holidays
thank you!
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