A dark room, the occasional dim light glowing
Piercing the smoky darkness like torches,
A fiery warning of the carnal heat beyond
Youthful bodies swaying on the dance floor
Deafening music becomes the beat of their hearts
Pulsing lyrics the force that drives them
As it takes their wills, tempting them to decadence
Like a small devil on their shoulder, angel absent
The girl becomes Delilah, tempting her Samson
Bedroom eyes beckon and entice her partner
Her movements blatantly sensual as she dances
Music describing what her eyes are promising
Hips grinding together, the beat guiding the rhythm
Sweat glistening on barely-concealed breasts
Strong hands wrap around her waist, capturing
Her back to his front, the mating dance continues
Hair flies out like a silken net as she twists and dips
A net that trails down his chest and stomach, capturing
The darkly erotic, music pulses through their veins
Filling them, rushing over their senses like wine,
Leaving them lightheaded but always wanting more
(c) Krista M. H. 2005