Do you see the sway of her skirt?
The rhythm, the poetry..
The promise, of mystery underneath..?
Do you see her swinging waist?
Do you sense the swivel, the linger...
Do you hear the silent, yet primal call, for a mate?
Oh, do you see her naked eyes?
Do they draw you.. haunt you..
Do they bring a desire...
A familiar increase in size?
She is but moving art...
A question unanswered, an enigma,
Beauty, that enchants the heart...
