Treasure Island

April Humason

(Fort Worth, Texas)

Dance Thru My Soul


Singing to the beat high and low
Feeling the music from head to toe
Whipping my hair back and forth
Swinging my hips round and around
Shaking my ass from left to right
Tapping my foot soft and hard
Snapping my fingers quietly and louder
Throwing my arms up and down
Popping my chest in and out
Moving my partner further and then closer
Loving my body flowing from side to side
As I'm here singing, feeling, whipping, swinging, shaking, tapping, snapping, throwing, popping, moving and loving all the moment these verses dance thru my soul

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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