Eyes lock across the room, I see your grin,
The game has started, luring each other in.
My look grows stoic, this part is boring,
Feigning my interest, your spirit roaring.
My passion as fire, flowing and glowing,
It doesn't burn you, your true self showing.
I bring you in close, but you pull away
I turn, go to leave, you beg me to stay.
We lock our embrace, I polish your neck,
You press into me, my composure checked.
Testing your edges, tracing you in stride,
I keep up the heat, more friction applied.
Twirl you around and admire your beauty,
Your compassion and strong sense of duty.
Travel the same path, no stepping on toes,
When the dance ends will we be friends or foes?
The picture you drew goes so well with the words. The expressions and body langue really makes you wonder as the last line of the poem states “will we be friends or foes?”
You can see in this still the pull apart and trying to get together as they tango on this epic dance not wanting to leave fate up for any chances.
NICE ! Found you on my daily poetry list and love your post ! Therefore upvoted and resteemed ! All the best !!
Encore!
Nice ,we will be friends definitely,😄😆
When the dance ended
you are a tour de force mr clay. keep going.
Nice Art
Woah amazing you must got the rhyming skill in your skill tree.
I do rhyme a lot. It could be lol.
That's quite the write! Alluring with a perfect flow :)
Thanks @tinajordan. Just sharing the experience of life and such.
OH this is so nice!! good picture, and GREAT story!! :-) voted.