She turned in a circle around herself
And her skirt flew everywhere
Revealing imperfect thighs

She was moved by the music
She danced and danced
Not caring about any pair of eyes
Laying on her blemished body curves

And he was gladly looking at her
This time he didn't care about her bare thighs
Because in the way she danced
She exposed her **** soul

But then again
What beautiful thighs
He thought

And then
She collapsed on his lap.




- LynnAA