Setting alone at a table drink in hand.
Thinking what the Hell.
I just want to dance.
Tired of waiting she downs her drink
walks into the crowd like she owns the place.
As the music takes over.
The rhythm frees her to become the  
Goddess she's meant to be
her moves at first awkward become fluid and fierce
As the beat overwhelms her,
  music invades.
She throws back her head and surrenders
her movements like silk.
Arms in the air she sways and spins
Unaware of her effect on mortal men.
Beauty is fliting
but a woman set free
will dance by herself
for all the world to see.