She Dances

She sways her hips to the rhythm of a beat that flows to her tips.
Her lips they press as she grabs her dress and her hands her frame caress.

There’s a fire in her eyes…
A sensual flame that flickers and flaunts as sultry sounds her body taunt.
She moves, she grooves, her inhibitions are loosed and for once she won’t have to choose…
between being herself or the one she tamed.

In this state all is fate when music is her bait.
She yields her will to the tempos advances and in a trance…

She dances.

– Mamello Maitse

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