My Dancing Lady
A smile, a touch, a caress.
All these come to me,
In my vision of you.
Lovely eyes touched with laughter,
Sensuous legs and breasts,
The scent of your perfume.
The way you move before me,
A proud yet uncertain gait,
Beauty lies within you.
I catch myself staring into your eyes,
Watching your lovely form,
Wanting to hold you near me.
You dance for me alone,
Well speak and Ill go home,
Thinking always of your beauty.
Do you stare into my eyes,
Or do you merely dance,
Once more around the floor.
When we talk you listen,
I think of you as my own,
In this my vision of you.
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