A Dance She Loves To Share
The music compels her to dance,
And in her sleek, shimmering pants;
She won't miss this fabulous chance.
So, watch her as she starts to move,
With every footstep she will prove,
That she's, no doubt, into the grove.
By no chance will your eyes ignore,
She does her best to give you more,
Dancing to music she adores.
The young-men mouth will sometimes drip,
For she will move her shapely hips,
To take them on a sensual trip.
And while there, their eyes will ponder,
As her skillful body wonders,
Hoping she'll dance even longer.
Yes, she will moves with such a flare,
So gracefully from here to there,
Doing a dance she loves to share.
Copyright © Carol B Tyre | Year Posted 2007
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