Ammunition packed hips grove to hand beaten leather.
Collarbone made for wishing and bangs full of feather.
Beet stained patterns meet glowing skin.
Lustful gazes attract through magnetism of sin.
Plum lips licked as sweat fountains fall.
Clanking bangles hula-hooping both wrists so small.
Aged earlobes droop above rhythmic shoulders.
Lead knees quickly rise, lifting feet that can’t hold her.
This woman is free, body becoming beat,
A vision of freedom that makes him weak.
Dilations of desire draw him to move closer
Calloused hands clap in tune as onlookers toast her
Acoustic soles slap wooden planks below
Thick neck snaking to the beat of her flow
Crisp linens crave wrinkling and hard leather rubs
Glisten of the gold bracelets pass through unbutton cuffs
Rough skin before shaving accent lips of a smile
As trunk thighs float the floor in unique style.
This man sees an angel, determined to join her
Knowing tonight would begin their life of dance with each other
- R. Baldwin