Her feet moved through the air
As her hips swayed swiftly to the drums of the music
She twisted to the sweet sounds
Her black stilletos moved back and forth
Side to side
Corner to corner
Her skirt fell in love with her
Like it was alive
It was something out of a dream
A dancing Barbados queen
So sexy
So familure
But yet so unique
He twirled her around and she never missed a beat
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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