Oh, she's the sharp edges

Written by: Jack Jordan

She decides, 
it is set;
her eyes 
ask 
and answer.
Shoulders 
stretch 
back,
one higher 
than the other,
breasts 
push 
out, 
pelvis in-to 
a shallow c-shape,
rhythmic movements 
like breathing,
more gliding 
than walking;
a slight touch, 
then
a slow turn 
to the right,
slender fingers 
moving 
the air of 
her body
deep 
inside 
his space -
her seduction dance.