by Bobbie Sandlin

Created on: August 14, 2009

Silhouette in shadows
Supple glowing skin
Her long hair pouring down her back
As she dances in sin

In nothing but her birthday suit
She gyrates in time
To the flowing inner melody
The chaos in her mind

The sweet ballet of freedom
So sacred in the night
For God's eyes only
She moves with all her might

The world cannot hold her
It's drama she escapes
In sweet harmonic interlude
Her spirit makes it's way

Alive and free her curvy shape
Proclaims her soul has woken
World be damned, she makes her stand
Behold, this glorious woman

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