Final Encore

She would stand on stage, still, in a pose
As she waited for one of the greatest music ever composed
In her tights, dress, and shoes with much lace
Across the stage she would move with grace
Whether the music progressed fast or slow
With much ease, she cod follow the tempo
Her hair would hit her face as she would pirouette
As much as she turned, dizzy she wouldn’t get
Flying like a gazelle through the air she’d jeté
Gravity was gone, so for a long time in the air she stays

She jumps in the air clicks her heels
You can tell by her face the music she feels
Looking toward the crowd, she flashes a smile
Plans to continue giving a show worthwhile
She leaves them in awe still wanting more
Over the music they yell for an encore
Standing ovation, everyone on their feet
From young to old, not a soul in their seat

She had given up this art some time ago
Maybe there was little time or interest was low
She plans to come back, once more grace the stage
And with the music and crowd to be once more engaged
The venues will once again be filled each night
I mean c’mon, who wouldn’t want to see her in tights
I hope she’s ready to once again be showered
After each performance, the crowd will throw flowers

I’ll make it my goal to go whenever I’m allowed
As promised I’ll always be there, seated in the crowd
I’ll sit front row, every time I get a chance
Not caring about anything else but…
Seeing Her Dance


At the beginning, things are rather stiff
No one wants to start, so there is a big rift
The canvass is still white, bare of colors
Waiting to be painted upon, waiting to be smothered
Everyone is just looking at one another
Too ashamed to be the first
So they wait and wait, for what I don’t know
A whole hour has passed, still no movement shown
I came to have fun, this stinks
Hey bartender, give us some drinks
This is when the paint begins to get mixed
Now this blank canvass problem can be fixed
The vision can now be seen
Only for a moment will the paper remain clean
Now this looks better, people are getting loose
There goes that girl, shaking her caboose
Whoa, he’s jerking
Look at that, they twerking
The division is gone, everyone’s on the floor
The lights are off, no one cares anymore
The DJ is on fire, with hit after hit
If there was any place to be, this is it
Now I myself am on my second drink
My feet seem to move before my brain can think
I am but one color is this spectra
That’s my jam, pull up selecta
I see this girl, walk up to her and hold her hand
One look in my eyes, she understands
We walk onto the canvass
Ready to create a masterpiece
We begin and everything around has ceased
The world is just us two, we are at peace
We paint circles as are our hips gyrate around
Long and short strokes as we go up and down
I whisper to her “How low can you go”
She took me all the way to the floor
Now I know
Short strokes, long strokes
Hard strokes, soft strokes
This painting is almost finished
Here comes the last lines of the song
She begins to walk away as the song is about to change,
As she walks, looks we still exchange
This next song is my jam, so I ask for one more dance
She says yes
Now it’s on
As her body I begin to caress
She can’t keep up
Doesn’t see what’s coming next
These are the finishing touches
Filling in the blank spaces
Being careful to stay within the lines
Songs over, our time is done
Watch out, the sweat might make the paint run
We know we may never see each other
After we part
But we used our dance to create…


She always wanted to feel whole
She puts the drink to her lips


She let’s the music move her soul
As she sways her hips


She dances to the beat
Moving her feet


She kisses my lips
Closes her eyes


My love gives it to her
To her I’ll never deny