I close my eyes.
Move my hips in time to the sound of the slow intro of the music.
Hands entwined
They wind towards the sky.
Bound, as if held there by chains.
I became a prisoner to the music
moulding my body
to the sound of each new beautiful beat.
As I lose myself in a state of sensual creativity.
I turn,
find approving eyes.
Red roses at my feet.
And my audience begs for more,
A new intro throws the world into celebration,
and I am lost within myself once again,
a voluntary prisoner to the music.
And to your love.
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Beautiful
It has a very slow and sensual feel to it. -
Excellent poem.
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