moving around the room, she does her dance
feet rough on the floor; she shakes her hips
eyes focused on my neck, i’m put in a trance
flips her hair to her left side with puckered lips
sweaty and hot but she still has endless grace
the muscles on her back are sculpted like art
she waltzes all over yet keeps a stern face
one thing I know is she dances with her heart
her feet stop dead on the floor for a break
she grabs a towel because her sweat drips down
her beaming smile she shoots at me is not fake
her short sweet breaths could be my favorite sound
she is my dancer, of whom I adore so
how she looks at me, I never want to go
catherinecrunch 
aw i think this sonnet is cute! i really like how you incorporated some of the senses into this piece because it helps create an image in the readers head. you’re really great at describing things which is very helpful. one thing i could suggest doing is adding more punctuation as in periods/exclamation points/etc unless that’s supposed to be open to the reader’s mind. you did good on this, i love it!
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