- Erotic Poetry
- The Scottish Dancer
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She steps lightly over the glass
She could hear her own heart beating
She feels the rhythm in her blood
Swaying slowly, feels like she’s dreaming
The lights spinning round and so bright
She closes her eyes
Lets the music take her, set her free, she sighs
Her body’s moving
Moving with the music like she does
Her body’s moving
Making love to the music like she does – like she does
Now she’s drifting floating away
Stripping off her pretty silk shirt
Turning with the music, she spins
Shimies and slips out of her leather skirt
Passions rising, her head is feeling light
Steps out of her shoes
Nearly naked now, little modesty left to lose
Her body’s moving
Moving with the music like she does
Her body’s moving
Making love to the music like she does – like she does
And she is happy, spinning, smiling
Losing herself in her world of dance
Revelling in her motion, her power
Alone among us, in a private trance
Hips swaying, she turns her back, bends
And pulls her panties down
Takes a deep breath and turns around
Her body’s moving
Moving with the music like she does
Her body’s moving
Making love to the music like she does – like she does
