Awakening: Under a Glass of Roses

seven dancers, fourteen legs
one for every year
and each my new discovery

black shoes tapping,
white socks high
and skirts flowing all above me;
peeking long legs dancing,
twisting and kicking,
smelling roses...

pedal skirts branching,
panties sweaty,
vulva in my heaven's eye;
buds above me,
each girl a dancing rose,
dancing above me as I sit here
under the untinted glass