HB · Oct 6, 2010
Flamenco

Her quickly flicking
     heels and hands
Her fan it flutters--
     Dancing.
A silk-swift turn,
    with graceful place
Of foot, and wrist,
    and hand, to face.

With movements slow,
     then sudden dip
An open fan
      with subtle flick.
Her eyes, alone,
        hot glittering pits.
One glance enough
          to sear your wits.

Fast stop, twist-turn
     for flicked-up skirt,
Her movements close--
       Coquettish.
Arms thrown aloft,
      hard-panting sigh.
Thrown roses then--
      she's finished.

 
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