~ Joleen ~

Rhythm runs wild, through veins of a crowd,
Hips shifting in time with each beat.
Bodies in motion, blending love’s potion,
With the swing and the sway and the heat.

Joleen walked in the door, to the dance floor,
Enjoying a dance all her own,
Passion took flight, at the sensual sight,
Of Joleen in her own private zone.

Her long auburn hair, twirled around in the air,
To the tune of a smooth saxophone.
Every man in the place, had lust on his face,
For the woman who danced all alone.

Green eyes steady gaze, at the evening’s prey,
Her style, sexy and cool.
A temptress by night, providing delights,
Dancing the dance of a fool.