An ode to my dancing lover

You should know Her body can talk

every move can tell you a story.

Play her some music 

And she’ll tell you hers.

Grace in her hips,

And eyes that love fiercely.

Her waist imitates

The sway of autumn leaves, 

As they chant a love spell 

While she ignores your desperate pleas.

Her cleavage will remind you of the road,

that took you home from war 

To the homely refuge of her breasts,

A Saving grace from afar. 

Long wavy hair 

Falls against her back, flows through her chest,

Beautifully curtaining all her sacred crevices.

Each body part is another note,

An instrument on her own.

She twirls to reveal

The scars on her hips, 

The scent of her lips, 

The curve of her neck,

The magic in each step.

Lust or love,

Is for you to decide.

Just now or magically forever,

She will be by your side.


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