She dances

I see you dance, I smile with a look of delight. You writhe with every movement; my face glows up every second. You hold your posture with such elegance: my heart pounds from your tense presence. You hold my gaze when your body sways; I clasp my hands and can't stand this pretence. You with your aura delicate the room; I fidgeting and restless—comprehending your moves. Your boots flonder the floor, even when you tread with some force. Your grace admired by all dames and all the foolish blokes. I, with my sick motion—realize that life was in front of me—dacing for me—with me—by me. -PPP