The Dance of Seduction

She dances the fatal dance of seduction
All her heart is caught up in the rhythm
All her soul caught up in the beat
Love, passion, romance, desire
Longing in her eyes, she gazes at her partner
He glances back, his eyes like ice
Calm and cool, decadent and divine
She wishes their lips would brush
But she must respond to the whims of the dance
The fatal dance of seduction

He twirls her off, casting her away
She wilts visibly from the distance
But he draws her close again, closer than before
She leans her head upwards, as if in a kiss
Their lips merely brush and the dance moves on
Writhing with passion, struggling with longing
She dances onwards, onwards, but must follow the pace
She mustn’t step out of the rhythm of the dance
Lest she be lost, cast aside, forever aside from
The fatal dance of seduction

The dance moves on, her eyes on his
They watch each other with the look of love
Not daring overstep the boundaries of the dance
The fatal dance of seduction
The fatal dance of love