Sega

A match was struck 
That made a small fire. 
Boughs and boughs were added 
That lit up the bonfire. 
As the flames soared and swayed 
They danced  to the sega and music made. 
As hips they began to rotate 
And hands they  gestured 
Others joined, squealing with delight. 
Sparks after sparks the fire threw 
And the fun grew and grew. 
Like the shooting stars above 
Away their worries flew 
Andtheir hearts tickling with love 
Brought pleasures new 
Till body, flames and drumbeat 
Rocked injoy after joy in gentle heat 
And  rocked yet more together 
Locked in forever and ever.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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U.D Palawon  Avatar
September 23, 2016 at 5:55 AM
Free verse is at time so relaxing to write what comes on impulse, for me. I enjoyed this lovely description of Sega shared with us here! :)
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