A poem, one of the VERY few i've ever written, part of a 5 minute writing exercise.
Any Savage Can Dance
Standing on the floor,
Surrounded by amazons in 6 inch stilettos, throbbing drums beating our chests,
We sway and shake.
We are sexy and we know it and so do they.
We see them moving in, all hair gel and too much lynx, and we move.
We shake and sway away;
And they pursue.
Stalking us across the floor, past herds of copy-cats.
They are on the prowl, the hunt.
Any savage can dance, but we want more.
We shake to the beat of the throbbing drum in skin tight seduction put on to please,
We bait the trap and wait for them to bite,
And they always do.
Any savage can dance, but we want more, and so we sway.
Created: Mar 02, 2010Document Media