Well, before any of you asks, I don't know if I'm bi, straight or whatever. I don't like labels. I just write about what I feel. I went on a cruise for a week, and one of the female dancers of the evening shows really dug into me. This is about her.


On the Stage

There you are,
Passionately dancing around the stage,
While the music plays.
The crowd loves your moves,
Creating a melody so bizzare,
The sway of your hips is the proof,
Too bad I'll never see you again.

If I could just tell you how sensual you look,
Dancing on a skin tight short dress.
You're to me like an open book.
You turn me on, I must confess,
Then your eyes turn to me,
And I feel the whole world freeze.
Did I just forget how to breathe?

I don't know if it was on purpose,
But now nothing else exists,
I can't let my eyes close,
Because now it's just you and me.

But the song had to end,
You gave me a flirtatious look before you left,
Leaving me agape and wanting more,
And now I'll never know
If it was me you were dancing for.



Poetry by Sketch0117
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Written on 2011-02-11 at 02:21

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countryfog
My sense reading this (and it's wonderful by the way) is not a question of sexuality but sensuality, a new and perhaps unexpected passion in the art and form of someone who just happens to be a woman. That sex turned out to not be a part of it doesn't diminish it and if anything exalts it.
2011-02-11