Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Samba Lady..........Almost My Sonnet


Samba Lady - almost my sonnet -

Invite me samba lady; don’t hold back your maybe
I am eager to submit; to dance a fit, showcase my wit
Sounds of the drum roll; hearts swoon, minds lose control
Crashing the high cliffs; No doubts buts or ifs!
Footprints parade together, pride forever; lighthearted endeavor
But…there is always a “but”; the spoiler, a feeling in my gut
Tiny foams of sorrow tears; rejection founded my fears
Men attain ecstasy from your chemistry; fueling my jealousy
Suitor after suitor, metamorphosing into the cunning looter
Try to steal your heart; spellbound by your dancing art
A glance into the frosted front and back seat mirror; I am lost with terror
How often do you purge your cage? you rule and command the stage!

May 22,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013-

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 07, 2013

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