Brrr.

It's cold today.

Today's prose is an ode to two left feet.

Written 17 June 2003

Can't Dance

You move with such grace

Twisting and turning

You glow, a smile on your face

And leave men yearning.

But I can't dance

Worse than two left feet

I stand in a trance

Even arms missing the beat

But I love the way

our hands frolic and touch

Wanting it every day

I can never get too much

My tongue salsas and dips

with passion and heat

caressing sensuous lips

Your taste is so sweet

Even our feelings entwine

and seem to move as one

in a waltz most divine.

I hope that it's never done

But, every Saturday night

you move with men and flirt.

jealous tears dim my sight

I can't dance, and I hurt

I considered skipping this one, as it is not very good. But that would be cheating. I wrote it, so you get to read it. :)