OOPS! I see that I mis-posted for this thread by posting a new topic! Apologies. I'll move it over here. Alicia, if you can delete the other post, that would be great.
Apologies to Yeats (Among School Children)
French Twist
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance
that even more than words imparts affection,
how can we know the dancer from the dance?
Her rhythmic prance has captured him in trance;
dim light and mirrors make a soft reflection
of body swayed to music and brightening glance.
Ah, such is France renowned of swift romance,
that his amour is not without detection,
but does he know the dancer from the dance?
He takes the chance to proffer his advance,
though he is troubled he might find rejection
of her body swayed to music, her brightening glance.
Their cozy stance his intimacy grants;
alas, too late he keens his misperception
and surely knows the dancer from the dance.
She looks askance; he jumps, as through his pants
he feels the hard demand of her erection.
As her body sways to music, her brightening glance
says, NOW he knows the dancer from the dance!
[This message has been edited by PrttyKtty (edited April 03, 2001).]
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