A Waltz of Tongues

 

Slithering salvia lusciously licking

its lascivious lip legerdemain

slowly snaking around a heart

in a lurid seductive strokes

that made his eyes bulge with passion's fiery fancy.

 

For her it was a dance of feathers

meant to tease and taunt

using suggestive hints of heaven found in shadows

where secrets are exposed,

carefully crafted with pauses

between strategically selected phrases.

 

How the sway of intimate seconds

snarls the senses,

as a vice grip in tensions squeezed,

steadily enclosing the veins

with volcanic surges in desire's lava.

 

All the siren's voice sought

was to impale this latest prey

upon on a spike of deception

which left a bloodied soul holding a dance card,

numbers given to rendezvous to her private steps

written in fabrication's ink.

 

But unlike other balls

of mental foreplay attended

this time it reaped a different ending,

finding out unlike some dancers

she only chose to grant one song's parlay,

this one treated the music as magic

and offered a lead casserole

just to keep the steps of his cravings

prancing all night long.