Spirals, she dances
teasing his eyes
tempting his senses
igniting his fire
For her, he grasps
away she dances
away from reach
yet ever closer
The greater the longing
the sweeter the embrace
higher the tension
the greater the passion
He longs after her
dancing before him
slave to her beauty
servant to her love
Alone, for him, she dances
reeling in, ever slowly
the tendrils of his heart
and twining them, with her own.