CLICK, CLACK, SWAY, SWING
It’s an undeniable
rhythm. An enticing chorus of sounds and motion, both unique distinct.
It turns heads and stops traffic. Equal parts
natural beauty and black magic.
Some call it a gait,
some call it a strut or the harmonious mechanics of female motion.
Is it the natural
grace of her feminine form?
A poetic fluid dance
that she subconsciously performs.
Is it a secret of her
ancestors? A silver string unbroken.
Mama and Auntie
taught her in a whispered language unspoken.
Every man knows the
sound. Young and old respond the same.
Allow me to give this
anonymous female phenomenon an appropriate name.
It’s called the
Click, Clack, Sway, Swing.
As she walks you hear
her heels striking the pavement, leaving her mark on the world and awakening
the desires and ambitions of those in her wake. Click, Clack!
Each step she takes
is engineered and measured by the dynamic and graceful locomotion of her
shapely calves, her supple thighs and her curvaceous hips. Sway!
From the “melancholy
stroll” to the “can’t be late march”. The speed and purposefulness is
controlled by her arm. A pendulum of feminine power and simple elegance. Swing!
Each woman has her
own signature motion. Each man loves one more than the other. Undeniable,
unmistakable poetry in motion. Click, clack, sway, swing.
By: Palabra Smith
