Prima Ballerina

It’s the home of chance;

The hall of dance

The audience adverse

So styles had to advance

I was the king of dance

I felled opponents, not a farce

Then my last worthy antagonist!

She, the prima ballerina

She stalked across

Towards the shared podium

(It felt like a garrote)

Along the matted isle

Made me sanctimonious

Kong went her heels kong

Mounted her heels on stage

Selector spinned the rhymes in age

And like a one-legged grasshopper

She dropped and danced down from her cleavage!

My worthy antagonist

The prima ballerina

With a thigh so high

Smooth like the mother-of-pearl

Her stance, well-defined and similar

To the galore of sexy Scandinavia

Her lips of wine red

Plump in their moderate succulence

That seemed to resemble

A cougar in its ambience

That has just felled its prey!

Her strings of hair, black and clearly never blonde

Streamed backwards laid against

Her smooth-scaled mermaid skin

Yes, scaled with ointments of Michaelmass daisy

That scented love intuits on me

Wait! Love is too hallucinating: Oh yeah! It was lust, damn it!

She turned her head

Her eyes towards me

Interweaved in a mesh of disarray

And those eyes, two diamond balls

Amid them a lime-like conk

Bridging this fragile cleavage

Of a face so beautiful

Just like the Martians!

Her gleam smile

Cutting a well-defined assortment

Along a spick vicinity

Of a cumulo-white dentine

That only ate of what the French tutored-

Deep kisses…and more deep kisses!!

She then glared at me

Smiled at my now shaken manhood

T’was now my chance to jig

And a chance to impress

Shun away depress

Only thing;

I had been hypnotized

By who...my worthy antagonist

The prima ballerina