The Dance

his fingers on the volume
he speaks to a sultry rhythm
turning up his enchanting words
as his music selects a victim

seduced by his onyx eyes
her collar now glows of sinful fire
tainted halo transformed
firmly tugging at her twisted desire

the beat of his stare
piercing the bar whore
soft shimmering knees
kissing his dark dance floor

the mist of his mind
tether her to the floor
moistening every curve
glistening body bound to implore

his floor as his canvas
she paints her body with it
white angel turning blue
as the darkness seeps within

His deep dark tones
rumble into her core
erotically vibrating his demands
as she kneels to the floor

night skies clear
enriched moon shines true
the beasts are awakened
alive in the darkened hue

the sweet melody of the chase
captured by the grip of burning lust
anchored to each other’s desire
impaled by the moment with a thrust

his claws in her neck
lifting her into his arms
dancing the mating ritual
teeth embedding his charms

tasting all of her desire
fueling his primal soul
with the desire he has taken
she now has the control




(edited poem comment I posted to BlueAngels poem TAKEN)