DancerA Poem by Madame
Last night i had a dream of you,
A dream of golden hair. Your lips were round and smiling with applauding delight, As i came through the door, you stood round the corner begging me to begin. Without delay, i nod ok Pick up my pick and play. you danced and danced with gracious hips, laughed with pure delight, moved in, moved out, round and about, Intoxicating as the moonlight, Breaking into night. Then looked at me with shameless eyes, and we began again. I rounded the corner, and you were there Beer in hand, you welcomed me in yellow eyes begged me to begin without delay i nod okay with love i play and play © 2011 Madame |
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