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The dance


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The dancer twirls.
Oblivious to her surroundings.
The music casting its spell.
Sensual, I am captivated.

Eyes that follow the dancer.
Like bondage, I am trapped.
The dancer is one with the music.
She dances, I am enchanted.

Is it yearning, this feeling.
Of one who cannot dance.
Wanting to twirl, to dance.
Compelling, I am mesmerized.

By C.E. Pereira