Pointed toes and such perfect lines,
a pristine storm we know the signs.
Flashing eyes and a soothfast scream
sharp pulses control your bloodstream.
Partner work always requires trust,
just a bit more than once discussed.
Allowing yourself to bend and fall,
like a princess at the masked ball.
This gentleman with a soft hand,
moving so fast I barely stand.
More stamina used than a quip
twirling me down for that slow dip.
In a twist dancing with cyclones,
I feel it right down to my bones.
Categories:
soothfast, confidence, dance, emotions, feelings,
Form: Sonnet