American Taboo

The Grace of Her Movement With each step, a dance of elegance, Her movements are pure, a captivating trance.

Graceful as a swan on a moonlit lake, Every motion a masterpiece she makes.

Her presence commands, a quiet power, Like a blossom in the early hour.

She moves with the rhythm of the stars, A dance that heals, a dance that scars.

The secrets of Her Eyes Her eyes, two stars in the midnight sky, Sparkle with secrets, soft and shy.

They hold a universe, vast and bright, Guiding lost hearts through the darkest night.

Her smile, a dawn breaking through the gloom, Fills every corner, every room.

With grace, she moves, a dance divine, A timeless beauty, ever so fine.