Heated air thick with sweat
Hot breath against burning flesh
Tantalizing feet move across the floor
In the dance they mesh
Gazing into eachother's eyes
Stomping a foot with a hand on her waist
He holds her up and they go slow
There's no need to make haste
One would think it more than a dance
A story of heartbreak, perhaps
Passion, mistrust, jealousy, anger
Together it seems to lapse.
Rhythm of the keys on a soft white piano
Pounding finger make them dance
Like puppets on strings the mmusic they follow
Together they can entrance.
Interesting. I thought it was good. :D