In the swift air she stands base.
With e-long-ated arms
Soft, soft limbs
With each turn-turn-turn
her Naked Sculpted muscles form
Rigid Swan Lake rocks
and that Thick
auburn hair slashes her face often
In the white light her face softens
Like the little ballerina of days past
Tracing the pastel ballet slippers stenciled
On her bedroom walls.
In the Lime-light
Distanced in the air of all her own
A carnivore beast
She Spins, Spins, Spins
As those familiar clean manly hands
Grasp her thighs
The heat of the moment.