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by rachael Nov 20, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The thunder rolls off her body There's not an inch of skin free from sweat She pounds to the fast melody There's no stopping her quite yet The music pulses and things move faster All around her is a meaningless blur She stops a moment to catch her laughter All eyes in the room are on her She's not that gorgeous or model thin She's not even the best dancer This virgin girl never swears or sins Yet she is this party's answer Confidence is her secret tool To get any guy she desires She only has one rule about dating No man can take her fire