Slowly the music begins to play,
its beat flowing in a perfect rhythm.
She appears in black lace,
swaying her hips seductively to the beat.
Reflecting through her movements
is the dance of passion.
Erotically captivating excitement
she slowly touches her body sexually.
Her body speaks of loves
burning passion, yearning
to be fulfilled by her lover's
lustful needs that rage.
Watching amazed by her beauty
he sees the enchanted look in her eyes.
Her lips part slightly
and a seductive smile escapes.
Mesmerized he can only imagine
the feeling of her skin against his touch.
To kiss her lips and taste the sweetness
of lust when their tongues entwine.
The sensation of her breast pressed against him,
with nipples erect, waiting to be kissed.
To taunt her soul with kisses that roam
from her lips to her flower of passion.
Probing to stir the juices of divinity,
suckling the nectar with delight.
He feels her quiver with pleasure
as he quenches his thirst.
Lost to the magic of the enchantment
he is unaware that the music had stop.
The dancer silently vanishes from view,
he smiles lost, languishing to the dream.