She danced with a daring I longed to possess.
She danced as if she owned the stage and everyone in attendance were there to see her.
She danced with freedom, born of innocence and unbridled joy.
She danced with abandonment as if no one watched; yet we were all spellbound.
She danced with grace and spunk; her message loud and clear – look out world here I come.
Written in response to Lillie McFerrin Writes Five Sentence Fiction – This week’s word: Spunk