Palms sweat, but not from heat. As two bodies come to meet. Closer and closer, face to face. Leather, pearls, and lace. Gazing into sultry eyes. Pulled closer and told lies. The scent of lust fills the air. To get what's needed, there's not a care. Sashaying across the floor of life. Inflicting selfish pain and strife. Nothing said or done will ever be true. Am I dancing with the devil? Or are you?