Monday, 6 August 2012

Dancer's Voyeur


Every beat of the drums is felt in her heart

The strumming of the guitar strings pulls at her very being

The rich, warm, complex sounds of the saxophone flows through her

The music surrounding, embracing pulling her deeper into a trance

The music promising to make you forget everything else but the moment and her

Her eyes close, lost in the rhythm surrendering to the rising crescendo

The heart, body and soul dancing to the sensual rhythmic beat in sync

The sway of hips moving slowly as the drums slowed, undulating as it speeds up

Sweat glistening on skin, head thrown back in pure abandon letting passion show

Her body pulses messages the watchers are only too happy to receive

The music slows but she doesn’t stop, her message now subtle but still understood  

Eyes open at the end of the song, now aware of those affected by her movements

Sadness the moment is over, excitement for what next to come

Who received the message and who will respond

The voyeur's role over, participation now welcome




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