She considered herself
A beautiful dancer
Though no one was known
To agree with her opinion
Still, she was never there
To be fashionable
Not one night
Did she dress to maim,
Much less thrill
Surprisingly, or maybe not
She never danced alone
There were always plenty
Of men who wanted
To dance with her
Men who only wanted to
Dance
Nothing else
They would buy her drinks
Just to dance
And though she was
A less than graceful dancer
She really loved to move
She loved music
Any music
That she could move to
The men appreciated that
And always they too would dance
To whatever was being played
She would move her hips
Like they were sacred charms
Shake her legs
Weave her arms
If it made her feel
Good
And the best part
The very best part
Was that no one expected
Anything else
It was very liberating
Not to have to deal with
Expectations
Other than the one
Expectation
Of being on the dance floor
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