She takes the cat walk
A lioness Queen of the jungle
Approaching her stage with mysterious eyes
Who gets devoured? Who’s her prey?
As the music begins her body sways
She makes soft body poetry as her body sways
She moves seductively to the rhythm
The lighting is dim creating an
Ambience of mystic
Her silhouette graces the spotlight
Goddess of the night, sexy ballerina,
Lady of mystery, sexy seniorita
The gents rise in nature
As her body flows, the night is heaven
The gents rejoice in awe
Visions of her dance serenade their heads
She’s their ultimate fantasy
Her pain runs deep though the gents won’t see
The merciless landlord who screams
“Pay me my rent or get out, this place here ain’t for free!”
She dances, she dances therapy relief
Her pain runs deep though the gents won’t see
Her children cry out
“Mommy! Mommy! We hungry when can we eat?
She dance with emotion she dances with passion
Relieving her tormented soul
Unleashing the power of her true compassion
She makes love to the music as
She coils her body around the pole
She dances, she dances
For this she knows
This jungle is hers’ she runs the show!
By:
Sherryl McCorkle,
(CDCA)
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Email clarion@sinclair.edu to submit your work.