Dancing in the Corner

Dancing in the corner
the strains of Led Zeppelin
filled in the missing pieces
of her twisted attitude,
I wafted over to her
my smoke rings encircling
her curves
moving in and out
in accordance with her motions,
The music in its fever pitch
began to carry us away
until she crashed and burned
leaving me alone, floating
on the crimson skies
of my pipe dream…


Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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