She Moves Her Body
She moves
In motion
In devotion
In pleasure
In pain
She moves with her body
She moves in a way
That releases the words that she cannot express
That reveal her deepest, darkest secrets
She moves as her body is her vessel on earth
She moves as her temple, her body of birth
She moves like a river, a flowing stream
She moves like a serpent, a shimmering dream
She moves her body from head to her toes
She moves with the rhythm, She moves with the flow
She moves with desire, She moves with the pain
She moves with her music, again and again
She moves with desire, She moves with her love
She moves with the passion, She moves on and on
She moves with the heartache, She moves, She sashays
She moves with the ancients, She moves and sways
She moves to the beat of the cultural drum
She moves with tradition, She moves it along
She moves with the knowledge, She moves with the song
She moves with the times, as they change and move on
She writhes in the moment
She loses her mind
As she moves her body
She's lost track of time
No matter her music
No matter her song
Whatever her culture
Whatever her drum
She moves over the world
In her own special way
She moves her body
She moves everyday
She owns her own temple
She adores it, belongs
As She Moves Her Body
Her Body Alone
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