and this dance
beckoning me dazzling me charming me!
do i have liberty to deem it as i see the motives of your mazy motions?
and what if...? what if this dance you dance around me is only a trap you bring to ensnare me enslave me... make me bow at the snap of your fingers before your temple! poor soul me you scare me!
OR do I take it without question i’m just such a master drummer so much so i drum you beats caressing the pulse of your soul unleashing the flow of rhythm in you with such dexterity at my finger tips you canNOT resist!
so you come! you come rolling your eyes at me staring me a dewy-morning gaze from the corner of your eyes
and so you come!
you come with the call of your glossy-lips teasing me seducing me and leaving me and leaving me HOLY with the lingering wriggle of your hips you! you sex me!