your ballroom days are over, baby

I glance across the room,
where the wall flowers bloom
and I roam,
My eyes catch a hint of thigh,
perhaps a dance,
fat chance,
I can dream can’t I
 
your ballroom days are over, baby
while I dream I’m young again

I  feel the second heart beat,
beat, beat, beating breathlessly
It’s my past and so also my youth,
so incessantly
I gain access to the beach
I see a belly dancer
her feathers moving with the breeze,
float, float, floating
my eyes on her thigh

your ballroom days are over, baby
but not my lying on the beach

I feel the sweat oozing,
ooze, ooze, oozing down her thighs
The oils run down her back,
I have to rub it in honey
so don’t deny yourself the chance,
fat chance,
you had your romance

your ballroom days are over, baby
as I search for a shady spot

We could just lie here on this blanket
and cool down while I rub the lotion in
She’s gleaming,
gleam, gleam, gleaming in the sun
as I feel her hot bottom I notice her lips
are parted in passionate resonance
while I have my dream,
We make love, kissing
kiss, kiss, kissing feverishly

your ballroom days are over, baby
I can still dance a hot rumba

In the sandy beach on grains of fever,
I reach, reach, reach,
reach out to cover her
I feel her tongue in my mouth, fiery
We play French roulette,
as we sip our drinks
sip, sip, sip,
sipping one another under the palm trees
I feel a breeze

your ballroom days are over, baby
I can do a tango with the best of them

Fat chance,
but still I romance

©Dale CJ Clark