The Tempting Dance Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

There she sits waiting, with wine glass in hand,
Quite so demure, but 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 is furnished with, I think, the best.
Then lights grew low, she let some music flow,
But as for me, I'm on a chair to rest,
Then I heard her ask, 'Can I dance with you? '

Lights have grown dimmer, as her fingers snapped,
Hugs tightened; as the moment's urge persists,
My mind is only on one thought en-wrapped:
On the two of us. Nothing else exists.

In hot desire, our bodies seem to bathe,
With harmony, as wind would sway the grass,
Our upper parts have space enough to breathe,
Way down, if there is wind, it cannot pass.

Upon her ear, I blew a wisp of hair,
She retaliated then, by nibbling mine,
My impulse was to kiss her lips so fair,
And truth to tell, they all still taste of wine.

And so, our steps led slowly for the bed,
What comes next, I'll tell, given all the chance,
Hello, but this note, I have to embed:
'This poem is just all about the dance.'