A Dancing, Twirling Girl

A dancing, twirling girlCaught up in the bedglowFree from the concernsA proper lady to surely knowChamber chorus versus JazzShe couldn’t guess where I’d beThat’s what kept us apartImprovisational styles she couldn’t seeCocktails in the early afternoonShe liked her whiskey neatA traditional, proper beautyBut couldn’t meet when it came to the sheetsStriking poses within silhouettesAdmittedly swooningContinue reading “A Dancing, Twirling Girl”