betrayal is a ballet
dance
always the best tiptoe
and the twist and twirl
excites till
the end of the discreet
show
a dance behind curtains
without the use of words
the music within plays
well between the meeting
ribs of two
blossoming souls
do not get caught
let the ecstasy always be
the spark of this
handful of suspense
the thrill of stolen moments
without the common drill
strategies and ruses
like spies and spice
i get you and you get me
we have something in common
we cannot kiss and tell.
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