On The Dance Floor Poem by Only True

I stand posted on the wall watching you watch me.
A crowd of people move their hips and they're invisible to me.
I get tired of waiting for you to make a move 'cause the dance floor is where I want to be.
I make my way over to you and stop in the middle of the dance floor. Come dance with me. I'm calling you.

I inhale the music and exhale my problems so I can dance some more. I swing my hips, flip my hair and flash a smile in your direction.
My body calls you without my control and you have yet to show me your affection.
Come dance with me. I'm calling you.

I look at you and you've disappeared, then I feel your hands across my midrift.
Behind me I feel you pressed against my body while caressing me with your palms.
I move my body in harmony with yours.
Like a snake I slither up and down through your hands as you hold my curves. I face you, you face me. I look deep into your chocolate eyes, I've lost my breath due your beauty and to my exotic dancing. I swing my hips, pop my bosom and let my booty do the rest. I dropp it like it's hot, rock my hips and throw my hands up to the motorcycle dance.
Dance with me, Im calling you.

My feet take over and walk it out, then the 2-step makes it's way in too. Not long after, the lean wit it rock wit it come into play.
I notice out of the corner of my eye the way you move your body.
Then I know for a fact that you answered my call for a dance.
You take my hand and walk me out the door for a night I would never forget.