Writing.Com: The Dance

Writing.Com: The Dance: "From out of the mist,
You will see my desire.
Walking towards you,
Within a passionate fire.
The lust in my eyes~
A seductive sway to my hips~
My finger rises slowly,
Touching my sweet lips.
Shh don’t say a word.
For I know your need,
I feel it often myself,
An enticing forbidden deed!
Shall I show you how?
Or show you the way?
Neither, for I know
You always know what to say.
Not uttering a word~
You embrace me close.
Not to let me go, but
Touching me,
Where I need it most.
A slow erotic dance~
Leading me into temptation.
I’ll follow you in rhythm,
Without a trace of hesitation."