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#10wordchallenge The late night rain was cold alright But the jazz was served up hot The glitterball sent a flying light To each corner of this smoking spot She couldn't resist the pull, the...
A slender black leotard, silky in the light It looks so thin and delicate on the hanger. Take it and slip it on, or maybe squeeze it now encumbers my figure. It doesn't look so slim now.
Dancing, she smiled at you. She hadn't realised but she liked you too. Smiled when the stars were shining. It was cold so she started wining. Walk her home, you decided there.
"Get off the floor its dirty." Louis says. I narrow my eyes at him and then stand up slowly using Harry and Zayn's legs to help.
#colourchallenge. I just love that UV light. Soaking in to my leathery skin. I holiday in Benidorm every year. With my fella, and his mate Jim. I love it on the beach. I love it by the pool.
My heart beats to the rhythm of the band Don't hesitate, feel free to take my hand You hear that. It is loud and clear Right here, you have no reason to fear You see this smile.
I asked you to dance, Not knowing what the night would hold, When I'm with you I feel empowered, Who knew I could be so bold.
Decided to have our own private party today. Gonna dance until I land flat on my bum. Shutting out the world, don't care what the neighbours say. I'm DJ, mummy dancer and partner rolled into one.
So how many of you are aware that there has been an enormous Hindu religious festival going on throughout the world for this past nine days. Today is the final wrap up. Yes.
Little Lisa looked lovely in the light She wore a pretty dress, oh my, it was such a pretty site It was prom night, and the lights were down low, There she was looking beautiful, she was stood all...
I spin and twirl Pirouette after pirouette I fouetté into a jump and reach for the nothingness in front of me The music is slow and steady, but strong My pointed feet brush against the floor My hair...
#description Dance is encoded in my DNA Inside the music is where I want to stay It's my passion and gives me life It's not a hobby or a vice.
Let me tell you about the three main people in my life besides logan. Faith Sanders, my sister. she is my rock, she holds me down when Logan cant.
Red light flickering through eddies of smoke Pounding rythm as we whirl and turn It's so hot up here, my shirt shirt is now soaked But we keep dancing, let the passion burn Your eyes draw me in, so...
She was a dancer. Her costume vivid green with a hint of gold. Tonight was opening night. And she the starring role. Tatiana, Queen of the Fairies. Comes to life as she gracefully moves.
Music is music, but ask about musicality and that's another thing. If its lacking in apathy, the death of a piece it can bring.
#youngwritershousehold A tip of my toe, Is as simple as can be, Breathing gently, And very slowly. A raise of an arm, Maybe the other, Come on over, Let's dance forever.
#Youngwritershousehold Two elegant arms, Held above her head. She dances to the music, And the tears that are shed. Focused on her dream, She flies across the floor.
#household. I can't feel my eyes anymore,. The numbness,. From icicles grown. under my skin,. Snow, glacier blue-white,. Restlessness frozen in a block,. Cold as stone,. Left to drip,.
#Movement With a kick and a waggle of her stockinged leg. With a swish of her skirt up over her head. Spinning and twirling with frenzied delight. With bum in the air the humor is light.
Deep scarlet velvet curtains draw back to reveal the delicately painted stage. Bright lights flood the striking scene. Eerily beautiful notes form captivating music that fills the silent theatre.
The fun. The glee. There's you And me. We dance. We sing. With joy To bring. You smile. I melt. My heart Has felt. The music Sways. We keep Our gaze. When they've Gone home, We'll dance Alone.
Crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, windows festooned with deep red velvet. Glossy marbled floors make pathways between the ornate pillars, leading to the gold handled doors.
@household The rain fell silently. He could hear the pattering as it hit the ground, the roof on top of him, the cars on the street.