The Dance

She is spirited and playful and intent to catch his eye,

She performs her dance seductively, and slithers very sly,

As luminous as full moon glowing in a darkened sky,

Her beguiling aura tantalizes, luring to comply,

His watchful eyes upon her, every motion of her dance,

Her spell is deeply captivating, he is soon entranced,

He's sophisticated, cultured, with brilliance to amaze,

And fixes her intently with his deep hypnotic gaze,

Her knees grow weak, her passions flame, her nostrils widely flare,

Her mind grows faint, her balance lost, overpowered by his stare,

With possessive arms he lifts her, and takes her to his lair,

He captures her completely, with his passion and his care,

He tastes her tangy flavors, and absorbs her pungent scent,

He feels her body quiver with the pleasures that he gives,

And now with her to cherish, and desire without end,

His search at last is over, and forever he's content.

© 2012 Petit Poet