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Sunday, October 18, 2009

SHE DANCED FOR ME




Night time fell upon the ground,
The fire sparkled upon a mound,
The music came through the speakers,
Listen to it’s sound,

I stood back,
Just to watch everyone,
Until she grabbed my hand,
“Lets have some fun”

And she danced for me,
To the sound of the drummer’s tune,
She danced for me,
She danced for me,
Under the vanilla moon,

She grabbed my hands,
And put them on her waist,
I tried not to get excited,
But you could see it in my face,

Her hair smelled like lilac,
Her body vanilla oil,
As she moved upon me,
I felt my blood began to boil,

And she danced for me,
To the sound of the drummer’s tune,
She danced for me,
She danced for me,
Under the vanilla moon,

Her lips touched mine,
But we never kissed,
She was so seductive,
I could feel our subtle bliss

Staring into my eyes,
She never looked away,
She said, “stay with me tonight,
And a portion of the day,”

And she danced for me,
To the sound of the drummer’s tune,
She danced for me,
She danced for me,
Under the vanilla moon,

Until the morning,
And a portion of the day,
I let her dance for me,
I let her dance away,

She danced for me,
To the sound of the drummer’s tune,
She danced for me,
Under the vanilla moon.

3 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for sharing your talent here. Beautiful as alwayz.

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  2. Beautiful! The seduction is so strong no one could resist. The rhyme is just as powerful as the beating of the drum.

    thanks for the visit.

    (It's a shame that my poetic writing left me just like the King in your profile who was stripped off his throne. Soon I pray, I'll come back to my kingdom whose subjects are just my simple pen and clean sheet of paper [mind]). Cheers!

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  3. You are a Poet!!!

    A "Real" Writer!!!

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