The Star of The Show

My darkened arena waits for me
Spotlights cast, sand perfected.
A moment we’ve been waiting for
They may think it’s me, but I’m only a part
The star of this show here, is Art
Where I squeeze my legs and hold him under
He leaps and soars around like thunder
The curve of his legs, muscular and taught
A magnificent creature in my grasp
Glistening coat and eyes excited
It wasn’t him, but me who was frightened.
He knows me well, and I know him
My gentle giant who jumps and spins
My world upside down on some occasions
I always go back to my obsession
My turn awaited to prove our dream
Me and Art, the perfect team
His movement moves me
Each obstacle overcome
Landing his legs to the sound of the drum
Our time is up
When will we know?
If Art had become the star of this show

Published by mariegwrites

23 years old Londoner Nurse Lover Hugger Explorer

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