For a Dancing Lady

For a Dancing Lady

I love the way you move so gracefully,

As if you had no weight upon your feet.

That liquid motion, beautiful to see

Is only one of all the ways you're sweet.

Your raven arm-length silken flowing hair

And how it moves about you as you walk,

The perfect skin you show with your arms bare,

The spritely and insightful way you talk...

I'd like to know, however, how you'd be

Held in a horizontal dance with me.

Do you as smoothly move in passion's throes?

Does grace stay on beyond the bedroom door?

Oh, lovely vision of the dancing floor,

I think you'd make a perfect boudoir rose.