The lady waited for her date to arrive,
Everyone was dancing to some funky jive.
The club was happening, the crowd was alive.
It was nearly midnight in this crowded dive.
She was tapping away to a hypnotic beat,
When all of a sudden she rose from her seat.
Normally so quiet, reserved and shy,
The beat was calling her as people brushed by.
She approached the floor in a strange state of mind,
As she watched the crowd all bump and grind.
She eased her way through to centre stage,
dancing slowly at first, working up to a rage.
Dancing so well she set the dance-floor afire,
Her moves so sensual people could only admire.
After the song she left the floor,
While all the men's eyes were begging for more.
Amazed at her actions she sat in pure wonder,
Where did this come from, this lady of thunder.
This character so brave, open and free,
Is it possible she is within me?
