Ballroom Dancer Heaven
Here on the dance floor ready to begin.
My turquoise sequined gown
just meets my shin.
I love the feathered boa that
encircles my neck.
I look as stunning and bright as
moonlight on a ships deck.
And you, yes, you my Prince of Dance,
so divine.
With lifted, chin, suave hair,long tailed
tuxedo and on your back, number nine.
We will do each step, swirl with touching,
utmost, regal elegance.
And after we win the trophy, we happily
shall indulge in divine decadence.
February 4, 2020
3pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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