The Tempting Dance
There she sits waiting, with wine glass in hand
Quite demure, if not for the place and time
So, I whisked her out of this drunken band
'Take me home, ' she said as our watches chime
Her room's well furnished with, I think, the best
Then, when lights were low, she let music flow
As for me, I'm down on a chair to rest
Then I heard her ask, 'Can I dance with you? '
Lights grew dimmer when she snapped her fingers
Arms held tighter; the moment's urge persists
In my mind, the only thought that lingers
Is the two of us. Does the world exists?
In each other's warmth, our bodies now bathe
Pressed in harmony, as wind sways the grass
In our upper parts, there's still room to breathe
From waist down, if there's wind, it could not pass
Upon her ear, I blew a wisp of hair
She retaliated by nibbling at mine
My impulse was to kiss her lips so fair
And to tell the truth, it still tastes of wine
Then slowly, our steps lead toward the bed
What comes next, I might tell given the chance
Hello, but this note I got to imbed:
'This poem is just all about the dance.'
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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