The Dance

when a dance of desire fills his eyes, he's lost to all but the moment

Slowly

She moved
In her dance of seduction,
Weaving her magic spell
Till he was hopelessly hooked
Line and sinker
She did her job exceedingly well.

Smiling

Through dusk red lips
Clothing her mouth with desire
She was his for the asking
But words stuck in his throat
Like a fishbone
Yet inside burning like fire

Softly

Yet unspoken
She raced through his blood
Rushing through his being
Saturating his senses
Leaving him
Drenched like a flood

Suddenly

He felt
The room pitch and swirl
Lighting go dim
Vision blackened
Leaving him
Spent in the arms of his girl

Satisfied

They rested
In all that they could do
While he, slowly smiling
Knew this time
He'd not
Bitten off more then he could chew