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Oh... I'd love to watch

Your solo dance.

You know, the one you start off with a little kick

That sends that stomach spot below your tightened blouse

Into the firmest wiggle.

Oh... but not a giggle,

You are dead-on real.

And taking every motion head on.



Split.

Turn.

Hop.

Circle.

Drop.

Land

Yearn...



Aching leg...

Lingering lustfully in the air.

Decorated with some beads of sweat

That trickle up

Your thigh bare.

Waist

Hungered for a taste

To steal the show.

Flapping skirt that knows

Just how to flow

Through every pirouette.

Waves of cloth expose

Underneath, the wet desire

For this number.

Reaching

Higher

For a sunburn

Before taking off

Into the moves

That leave me in a slumber.

Dreaming

In a wonder

Through your solo dance.



Jump.

Land.

Run.

Face.

Buck.

Sway.

Pump.



A gallon of moves

Pour over dried wooden floors.

Quench me

At the door.

Bench me

At your stare.

Flowing wild hair

Grabs the spotlight.

Yeah... You have me hot right

With your solo dance.