A pirouette of perfect form
like a ballet I'll never see
far and away, her norm
no judgement here, from me
In my mind I contemplate
what I don't understand or know
beauty and accompany
in mind's eye, it shines it glows
No way to address the dance
once heart and soul have broke
a somewhat type romance
the moves her body
spoke
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
A pirouette of perfect form
like a ballet I'll never see
far and away, her norm
no judgement here, from me
In my mind I contemplate
what I don't understand or know
beauty and accompany
in mind's eye, it shines it glows
No way to address the dance
once heart and soul have broke
a somewhat type romance
the moves her body
spoke
Ever see ***** dancing? or, electric dreams?
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