For the Girl in White
By Chameleon
I stand back, holding the groove She dances in front of me Effortlessly carrying the melody As if it were a pure white flower In her sun-kissed hand Her voice captures me Draws me toward her island Toward a tropical paradise Inhabited solely by us And my dreams come true Her glowing black hair Shines on the whiteness of her shirt As my eyes slide down her back Following her exquisitely scultped spine To her swaying hips Her hips which enchant me Swaying back and forth Which each echoing thud of my drum She flows left and right Holding my captive by my own art And I behind her I hold such power over her My hands which play upon my instrument Also play upon her All over the slow curves of her body Her fingers tightly grip the mic In her moment of musical ecstacy As she climaxes again and again In response to my groove On the stage She and I are one. Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 02:26 AM PST 0 • 8
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"I stand back, holding the groove ..."