The danceA Poem by Silvanus SilvertungCommunity college dance was HOTDressed in dresses as lovely as kisses, the dance floor entrances my wandering eyes. Rubbing their asses the girlish masses, look up with their faces at vigorish guys
Their minds on the lasses their hands making passes the wriggling races reach out for the beat. Entranced in their dances the couples take chances their feet pounding ancestry up through the heat.
The music blares badness the couples court nudeness as groins work like geishas to capture the craze. Passionate poses and heart beating bodies their rhythmical ribaldry gripping my gaze © 2021 Silvanus Silvertung |
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Added on August 16, 2021 Last Updated on August 16, 2021 AuthorSilvanus SilvertungPort Townsend, WAAboutI write predominantly about myself. It's what I know best. It's what I can best evoke. So if you want to know who I am read my writing. I grew up off the grid in a tower my father built, on five ac.. more..Writing
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