Dance With Me



Dance with me please?
Haunting strains of Scheherezade
drift like moonbeams into the sultry night.


At first you refuse me,
gazing at me in flickering candlelight,
muted and soft, through hooded eyes.


The scent of lilacs drifts to us on the breeze,
pungent and sweet, as I rise to my feet,
pulling combs from my hair to let it tumble free.


It spills down my back in a dark cloud.
I lift my arms in a graceful pose.
My body seeks the sensuous pulse of the music.


Moonlight sparkles in the champagne you sip,
the amber liquid catching the flickering candleglow
that lights hot flames of desire in your jade green eyes.


Teasing by turns, inviting - rejecting,
I move sinuously in a gauzy cotton sun dress,
the sheen of sweat gleaming on the swell of my breasts.


I feel brazen, passionate, provocative,
as your eyes linger where perspiration
has made my garments cling seductively to damp skin.


The air between us becomes alive with tension.
You rise to take me in your arms, pulling me close
with your palms pressing into the small of my back.


The air between us becomes alive wtih tension.
You rise to take me in your arms, pulling me close
with your palms pressing into the small of my back.


With dreamy invitation, I arch against you,
then shiver, suddenly chilled by a soft breeze,
for I sense I've invited more than a dance.


Perhaps I've issued a challenge instead.


Love, Jody