Dancer in the Sand

She had the audience enthralled with her every move. She caught every beat with her hood and her ample bosom.

Every part of her moved to a rhythm, right from her to her toe. Her hair smooth as silk, seemed to flow as if it liquid gold.

She moved effortlessly, if the way she moved is what you called movement. She seemed to float across the floor, moving her hair in way which made you fear that hear may just pop off, giving you a pain in the neck, even though you weren’t with her. 

She had her way of drawing you in, egging her captivated audience to clap on as she twirled and swirled across the stage.

As you stood there totally captivated by her performance, you wanted to join her on the floor even though you didn’t know to do what she was doing.

And when she ended her you couldn’t help but greet her a rapturous applause as she struck one commanding pose.