As i danced on the floor,
i was in solitude until your eyes interupped my dancing,
my sweet, sensual dancing.
As my eyes wondered the room,
my eyes met yours as if they were suppose to met halfway and they did.
The more you looked over my body as if it was a temple,
as it was never viewed that way.
The more you slyly looked,
the more i wanted to dance for you.
I knew that we were somehow going to connect and thought in my dunkeness that this would
do.
We were all in drunken bliss yet your eyes were as sober as the night we met,
the night our eyes danced,
danced that sensual look.
I vaguely remembered when i threw out all the prehistoric rules and grabbed the inches
my hands could clench and danced,
even though your mind didn't know,
yet my eyes, mind, and heart knew and took over.
Yet you and i were extreme,
deep inside,
we were in that sweet dance, that sensual dance.