Imagine a girl.
She is young. Yet still a woman.
Imagine a girl
She is dancing.
Her hair is a dark storm cascading over her shoulders and down her back. It is wild and wayward. It frames her lovely face with waves and curls. Her expression is serious as she concentrates on the music.
Yet when she smiles it ignites the room.
Imagine a girl.
She is dancing.
Her body is a paradise of lines and curves. Her shape is slender but not thin. She is exquisitely proportioned, poised and peachy perfect. Her movements are sensual, sexy, and subtle.
She knows how to move. But shedding her clothes is new.
Imagine a girl
She is dancing
She is dancing to Lana Del Rey ….
I do not have to imagine her.
She is dancing for me.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Mark Spain
I wrote this almost exactly five years ago. But I really like it, so here it is again.
