Last night I danced
Within a circle of friends
My hips Hipnotized,
With captivating figure eights spelling rhythms in the air.
Coins of my belt jingle a tune to guide my body and feed
The energy of my lustful
Dance which keeps the drummers thirsty.
I am a puppet, the marionette is his hands on the tight skin
Making such tantalizing
Sounds.
He lifts his head and sings my name with ecstasy in his cry.
I answered with a thrusting pelvis and hard whipping skirttail.
Within a circle of friends
My hips Hipnotized,
With captivating figure eights spelling rhythms in the air.
Coins of my belt jingle a tune to guide my body and feed
The energy of my lustful
Dance which keeps the drummers thirsty.
I am a puppet, the marionette is his hands on the tight skin
Making such tantalizing
Sounds.
He lifts his head and sings my name with ecstasy in his cry.
I answered with a thrusting pelvis and hard whipping skirttail.
I came to tell you that I often like reading your comments on sets and such, they are very insightful.