The Dancer's Sonnet

She dances, feet kicking from the dusky floor
Obsidian shoes hammering their adoring caress
With the drum beat upon the hardwood decor
And the lacy hems of her long ebony dress
Smoothly sweeping as if she were gliding
An angelic apparition floating upon each note
Her eyes closed in her shaking head as if hiding
From the dimmed lights shining on her silky throat
Her velvety quivering breasts threaten to burst
Their tender confines with intoxicating wit
Her passion blooms with a hedonistic thirst
Her soul lost in a musical trance as she submits
To the song, to the cadence of ecstacy's brink
She dances with the rapture of her aural drink

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