The dancers

Tempting touches,

Slow movements,

Bodies forming,

Becoming one.

Fingers caressing,

Sweet music

Hearts melting,

Tempo increasing,

Time stopping,

They dance,

The night,

Away.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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The Dance

Close enough to kiss.

Close enough to touch.

Yet they stood barely moving…

Slowly the tempo rise,

And their bodies with it.

They move like parts of each other.

Looking at them you begin to feel alone,

Longing to feel what they do,

To be a part of them,

To become the magic,

The magic of the dance.

Fingers caressing every curve,

He holds her and she holds him,

Like a loved one, a soul mate,

And just like that.

You are captivated.

Your entire body falls into it,

The trap that is the dance,

All you are able to do is wait.

Watch and wait in awe,

Until the music releases you,

And when it does instantly you regret it.

Its memory stains your soul,

Emptiness fills you,

Until the day the dance catches you again.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
All Rights Reserved

This poem was actually created at the same time

as the dancers i set out to write one and got two. =)

I Wish You Wouldn't

I wish you wouldn’t look at me that way

With lust in your eyes,

As you slowly examine me.

Wish you wouldn’t lick your lips,

As you look at the swell of my breast

Though small and stare at my mouth.

Wish you wouldn’t make advances at me

And tell me how pretty I look,

whilst trying to brush up against me

I wish you didn’t try to feel,

the roundness of my hips

And the contours of my body

Wish you wouldn’t regard me

as something to feed a hunger,

like some piece of meat.

Did you ever wonder my name?

My goals? My dreams?

I am a human being!

I will not allow myself to be used.

I pity you.

For this is how you live your life,

feeding off of others

I will not let you bring me down.

You are beneath me

I am better than you ever will ever know

And ever will be.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
All Rights Reserved