- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Ballerina
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The ballerina dances before my eyes,
With every Plie and Eleve my heart flies,
With grace her slender body moves,
With poise, she points her delicate toes,
She Pirouettes and stops to look at me,
But I'm afraid,
She has no face for me to see.
I long to see the ballerina dance,
Hoping that she, at me, one day will glance
She dances, fueled by her attraction to others,
Will I have a chance against all her lovers?
With elegance she Releves and Sautes,
Ever fanning the flames of my desire,
My heart begins to beat much faster,
While my body, entirely, burns like fire.
She eludes me, my ballerina does,
Though with love my heart is flooded,
She doesn't belong to me but others,
Ever wanting her, never getting her,
Dance my ballerina, continue to move
Entice me with your Plies, your Eleves,
your Sautes and Pirouettes.
My heart desires your mystery,
For you are my inspiration, my muse.
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