She

The gestures of hands, sultry poses, moving resolutely.

What aura of strength was she, that left me standing humbly.

I watched from the sidelines, incredulously,

Consumed, confounded, amazed,
I kept my gaze upon her face.

Awestruck, seduced, what beauty I witnessed,
She danced all night, with gusto and ire

My advances of romance she dismissed,
With a sly smile, setting my soul on fire.

I stood there, heart in hand, eyes tearful.
Venus personified, wrathful yet beautiful.

All I wanted was a chance to state my plea
And give my heart and soul unto her in glee.

Just as I was in her august presence,
She struck me down with here glare on my insolence.

And said unto these woeful ears, my eyes streaming
"Boy, get to steppin' you must be dreaming"

I turned back with a heavy heart and head in gloom
All the while thinking this is my end, my doom.

Just as I was turning back
She took my hand and stopped me in my track

She said " woo me by showing me your moves
Cuz I ain't down with no goody two shoes"

To which I held her hand and stepped up to dance,
And danced into her heart with my clumsy romance.