PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Tapping to the beat

upon the downbeat street

Tresses tantalise and spirits raised with glasses high



The fantasy of youth enters with the vibration

Chemicals escape and covet

old maids sit eyes jubilant



Retracing dances long gone by

when a suitor would be offered a card

to taste the air beside her wrist



would be more alluring than hip hopping to dawn

Horny and writhing, baptised in the fever of their antics

Hips swaying hearts playing spirits soaring



Youth becomes us all when we open up our souls

and let the music play on

Releasing ourselves from within to be delivered home.