Dance for a Moment
Glide toward me on the dance floor, half-lid your eyes, gyrate slow, a brown-skinned breeze
I catch a scent and a hint and a flow and a glimpse
And I'm hooked
No succubus you, you're from the earth, rose up, grown up, in season, ready
My fingers on your arms on your hips on your sides on your lips
And we move
M. PotPie
posted by Monkeypotpie @ 5:45 PM
2 Comments:
Do you dance like a monkey or a man?
A bit of both, I'd say. Maybe throw in some gorilla.
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