She flaunts her sensuality like a peacock
Moving her belly to rhyme seductively with your eyes
Her eyes never move away from you
they exude confidence
command respect
challenge you
mock you
tease you...
You dare not look away
Scared to blink
incase you miss
a twirl
a curl
a twist
a shake
Your heart pulsates
Your nature rises
Your pupils dilate
Trying to cram all her complexity
into your vision
You yearn to decipher her sexual mathematics
and she's generous
'cos with a quick flick of her hips
she gives you one number at a time
as her belly rolls ripples of trigonometry your way
A quick flash of her thigh measures the coefficient variation
between your heartbeat and the next
And just when you think you've cracked it
Just when you think you're about to solve her rhythmic equation
she takes it all back
'cos pleasure doesn't come from the solving
it comes from the discovering
Now, no mathematician will ever tell you this
but the circumference of a circle
is modelled on the swivel of her hips
- all 361 degrees of it
Yes, 361 degrees, not 360 as they claim
All they have to do is watch her move
to the rhythm of her femininity
and they'll know their calculations have been off
She knows...
She knows her power
She knows her power as she dances
She knows her power as she flaunts/taunts, commands/demands
She knows...
She knows this dance is just a visual expression
of the power she feels
within.
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