Bewitching eyes
Devouring dance
Devouring dance
Melting target within her sights
I never had a chance
Advance, retreat
To the beat
Of a pulsing heart
All the while
Slight smile
On
Licorice lips
Simmering sweet
Til her movement
Stops retreat
All the while
Slight smile
As
She moves to close the space
Hand rests on the ride
Of her rhythmic hip
Pushing waves of passion
Pressing close
Gentle lapping upon the shore
Turn tsunami and
So much more as
Those outside forgotten
In the typhoon
Of the two
As
Her hunger hidden
All the while
Slight smile
Presses close
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