Her arms flow fluidly, like the tide,
reaching out, and then enfolding, embracing,
A delicate frame, shoulders set, but
hips undulating to the rhythm in her bones,
Her legs point to the starless sky, and then
fall to the carpeted floor, her foot
tracing a small circle onto the stage in the
daring stiletto heels the girls so love.
Fresh faced, her makeup, only a pair of
curved lips and eyes which burn with
the intensity of passion and desire,
She dances.
It's been a while since I wrote something, and anything of substance really. But... It's something to start with after a long, dry spell.
