Floor and open doors

Ever spot me in the club? smile and a blown kiss wink across the room.

Your the star of your own video,

that red shirt grips and struggles,

 those legs,

oh those legs, tell me how those black pants fit?

Walk through the bar,

blow a few kisses,

shake your body,

'this is my song!'




Spring from here to there, slapping your hips,

spinning, shaking, pumping those legs,

shaking,

twisting,

bouncing,

thumping, thumping, thumping,

pumping,

and always controlling.



You move between the rain drops,

your body moves with ever beat,

you spin with every lyric,

you wiggle your hips, than a finger.

You shake left,  than your sharp the right,

you roll slowly,

your hip's pop, spin than twist again,

your lips swipe the taste of an apple martini',

your smile, laugh, lips,

hips, thighs, eyes and moves..


From a drop to a spin,

from the spin to your bounce,

from a bounce to a spin kick twist,

to a wiggle, kiss, prance, spring,

you hit the floor,

twirl, whirl, jump,

thrust,

kiss,

pop and jump!


Take these hips,

slap,

grinning,

teeth sink your lips,

spins away..............

Author's Note

Effects of Vodka, Pills, and a song stuck in my head.


And I have yet to ever learn to dance.

Reviews

[Renée]

Oh Yes this is my song ... I can hear and see it all now ... ( ;

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to have confident and enjoy the dance. I like the flow and the desire of poem. I like the very good ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote