Poetry In Motion

Her hips sway, its like poetry in motion,
my heart surrenders with divotion
like a giving mother's arms that are open.

What a beautiful sight that my eyes can't
elude, as my mind grows weak, her prescence
starts to intrude. As she moves, her body
illustrates the sounds that the mousic makes,
and i shake and tremble as her sight fluctuates
my eyes and pulsates through my temples.

Her hips sway. As my mind sets at ease, the
shape of her body continues to tease and please
me, sending chills up my spine as her body unwines,
i would easily do what she wants at the drop of a dime.
i observe as she moves to the rhythem of the beat, and
watch as she glows from her head to her feet.

Her hips sway. As she moves with the music, she cruises,
her steps are like silk, shes the smoothest. she takes the
music as her captive and shows it no mercy. the ways she
moves is so deadly, she could easily hurt me. my mind is
blown as i witness her ability to slay the music, and
am surprised at the moves she chooses.

Her hips sway. Its like im watching history in the
making. Her prescence leaves me shaking, my earth is
quaking because her hips keep swaying. Its a miracle
how she moves, broken hearts start to heal when
she starts to soothe. she is a builder, you may have
made the music, but she created the groove.

Her hips sway. Her beauty comes without saying. Its
obvious shes amazing. Watching her dance can be compared
to endless star gazing. Get lost in her and not notice
that the days are fading. My mood instantly starts changing.
The slightest twitch in her hips leaves my jaw hanging.
It leaves my heart beat banging out of my chest and onto the floor.
It leaves me gasping for air and anxious for more.

Her hips sway like time is frozen, dancing without a care
in the world. Now thats' poetry in motion.