As I posture

And I strut

Dance myself

Into a rut

I bow down to you

My musical god

Worship the power

Of your throbbing rod

That vibrates through

My towering speakers

My energized soul

Lightning-struck sneakers

Which try to emulate

The elements

But cannot

I'm rooted to the spot

Struck again by electric thrill

Hitting just where it's hot

Orgasmic spinal chill

Frozen for one moment

Then once again

To move

Melting

Fluid

Driven

Sensual

Yet Instinctual

Light-free-breeze

Not down-on-your-knees

Grooving

Moving

In the Flow of Life

Not driven by the strife

No longer a posture

or a pose

But a jump-start

To the dance I chose...

Rather than

Surrender

To the one imposed.

[Edited 8/3/10 16:15pm]