The Balled To The Tattoo Ballet Dancer

your tall blond and beautiful
men must crumble at your feet
or at least i would
you stand there in your black leotard and shorts
a body so tight and slim
i wish i could just run my hands on the curves of your body
to feel every part of those soft and tight ridges
so gentle i would be
so entranced you make me
then you start to dance
you lift you perfectly tattooed arm
the light hits the color in it bring out the pretty shades of blue, black, green, orange and yellow
your head turns with eyes shine with concentration
suddenly the music starts
but to me you start the music
because without a beat lost you move
your body lifts from the ground
like a leaf caught in the wind
I can feel my heart skip a beat
so smoothly she lands on her feet
there is not much i can say
for to explain the beauty of it would only be little it.