She liked to dance.
The red dress swirled
as she danced.
There were eyes
watching her move.
I watched her
from my corner;
drink in hand sipping,
my eyes gorging
on her beauty.
The tango music
brought her
to a fresh life.
How the feet moved,
steps as if new found.
The music played,
the beat got her feet.
Others watched
in a silent gaze,
murmuring words
came later,
qualms about how
her legs showed
as she swirled
the red dress,
some caught sight
of underwear.
I said nothing
just watched her
dance and swirl.
My kind of woman,
my sort of girl.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
She liked to dance.
The red dress swirled
as she danced.
There were eyes
watching her move.
I watched her
from my corner;
drink in hand sipping,
my eyes gorging
on her beauty.
The tango music
brought her
to a fresh life.
How the feet moved,
steps as if new found.
The music played,
the beat got her feet.
Others watched
in a silent gaze,
murmuring words
came later,
qualms about how
her legs showed
as she swirled
the red dress,
some caught sight
of underwear.
I said nothing
just watched her
dance and swirl.
My kind of woman,
my sort of girl.
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