Dancing girl

cabalo_blanco

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!

 

copyright 2020

  • Author: cabalo blanco (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2020 12:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good read. Have a Happy Holiday and Stay Safe.

    • cabalo_blanco

      thank you sir, you as well!

    • Clara

      This is a great little poem. Excellent visuals!

      • cabalo_blanco

        thank you Clara! its still very much in my memory.

      • Trenz Pruca

        Thank you for a memorable poem

        • cabalo_blanco

          im glad you like it, thanks!

        • Goldfinch60

          A lady who means so much to you as can be seen in your words.

          Andy

        • L. B. Mek

          good read,
          like the element of 'movement' in your structure to reemphasis the action words
          Happy Holidays



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