The Last Dance

We do the dance
The dance that we do
Usually flawless
Rhythmic
Syncopated
Connected on a level
Transcending looks
You're not the prettiest
Not like Eileen
The nurse who took care of me
She was fucking gorgeous
You look nice though
That smile
Those lips
Your neck
Breasts
Hips
Gyrating to the tempo
I create
B Tribe
On an island
Looking into my eyes
It is a Siren I surmise