Her dance, her skin, was like melted chocolate
Midnight alongside moonlight
An old soul bathed in the haze of Newport smoke
Unfettered by the weight of the world
Her spirit as buoyant as the coily crown upon her head
She glided across the room, wistful eyes her valet
Coquettish
Defiant
Her presence commanded respect
Her body desired admiration
Steady jazz filled the room
But she followed a tempo she alone could hear
It was her club, and we were all her guests
And should we fall out of line
We'd become acquainted with the stilettos on her feet
And the daggers on her tongue
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Midnight Becomes Her by ShamonaPretz
Inspire Your Heart With Art Contest 2022 Winner
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