Just an image that came to me, inspired by Shakira's song Hips Don't Lie.
Red and yellow covers her body,
Masking the shape of each sensual curve
That swells against the colored cloth.
She's crossing the dance floor,
Dominating it, making it without a doubt
Known to all there it's her territory.
A hip sway, a twist of her body,
The song takes a physical form
Through her every passionate move.
All watch, awestruck and hypnotized
By the dancing maelstrom
Taking everyone's breath and hearts.
Such a dancing divinity as her
Comes around once in a rare time,
Able to make the music more alive,
More vibrant than ever before.
Fiery, feisty brown eyes glint bright
In the flames of the club lights.
No, her hips don't lie when they show
The amazing woman she really is,
Dancing into the night foreverlong
It's quite apparent she's all that exists
In the eyes of the onlookers
And in the music's all-encompassing wake.
As a dancer myself, I loved this sweet poem on the hypnotic hip actions of the dancer John....I like the tune, just perfect....somehow when a dancer feels the beat, her movements get everyone on their feet....she owns the tune just as you describe in the final line....I love the latino language too....Great job John....keep on observing the heat on the street...smiling at you, Tai
sensual. Passionate. Sultry. Enticing, all these words came to mind as I read this, Lovely, lovely work Stussy, rather fiesty and out of your norm, oohhh, exciting!! haha, great work, again!!
This was really nice. I could picture the woman dancing and doing all those moves you pictured. You're right. It probably was fun to write but it was super fun to read. Great write. I loved it!
there are just those people; they don't dance to the music; they don't just feel the music; they become the music. I always find it so interesting what inspires us to write - it seems to be such everyday things sometimes - like a song - or a conversation. this is an excellent write - your imagery here is powerful - bringing your dancing goddess to life for the reader.
As a dancer myself, I loved this sweet poem on the hypnotic hip actions of the dancer John....I like the tune, just perfect....somehow when a dancer feels the beat, her movements get everyone on their feet....she owns the tune just as you describe in the final line....I love the latino language too....Great job John....keep on observing the heat on the street...smiling at you, Tai
I think that is amazing how you describe her in such a way , of how she moves and cpatures peoples breaths
good job john
kepp on danceing and wrighting lol
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My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..