The Dance

Our eyes are now locked, a familiar pose
Adrenaline is peaked, as our passion grows
Together they’re clasped, your hands are in mine
The Dance will begin, when we feel the sign

The rhythm takes over, in ourselves we are lost
With our beating hearts, inhibitions are tossed
So focused are we, we’re the only ones here
We let ourselves go, without feeling fear

The Dance will take us, through emotional highs
And when it’s done right, through physical sighs
I’ll take the lead first, you’ll feign to resist
Then you’ll take over, and the game will persist

We will continue, in this tug of war
Performing the moves, and wanting much more
In most positions, before the night’s done
And then we will finish, with our favorite one

We’ll come together, this last step we dare
I’ll spin you around, our desires now bare
Caressing your arm, hip and then thigh
Now pressed as one, our bodies do writhe

The Dance is exhausting, you collapse to the ground
And our labored breath, is the only heard sound
That final move, marks the end of the show
The audience erupts, and the lights go down low

Exit stage right, a success was The Dance
You smiled and glowed, when I took a glance
The final curtain call, is what we did then
And we couldn’t wait, for The Dance once again

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse

All Hallows’ Eve

On Halloween night, now many years ago
Eve walked her child under hazy, moonlit glow
Soon crossing paths with a mysterious man
Who with his own child, walked hand in hand

They passed closely by and during mid-stride
Could tell that the other was familiar inside
When in the fateful moment they met each’s gaze
It set their hidden predator’s fires ablaze

Then without thought the violence erupted
Animalistic growls of two souls corrupted
There was no chance to quell the passioned rage
As each escaped from their dark, domestic cage

She struck him first with blinding fury and speed
He winced in pain, but not yet did he bleed
Strong was his will and without pausing fought back
While she thoroughly relished his ferocious attack

His hands felt powerful as she was drawn near
She feigned to struggle, but did not feel fear
Never did she worry about losing control
Only whispered instructions, then to him she’d extol

Her claws ripping skin on his back and his sides
He pulled her in closer by her naked thighs
Ripped to shreds were both his and her clothes
And from inflicted pain his bloodlust then rose

His dagger was steel and encroached on her lips
She ran the blade through her nimble fingertips
Her fangs always bared she pierced through his skin
Blood smeared her face and the man winced again

His hands always probing for something to grip
As his tongue lashed out like a razor-laced whip
Together they howled in glorious pain
Then exhaustion took over, their strength now in wane

When feeling the tug on her extended right hand
She was brought back to the night’s conscious land
Her step still continuing without breaking stride
As the child pulled her forward her demon would hide

Was but an instant for she and the stranger
But remember she does the exquisite danger
Claws since sharpened and cleaned of the gore
She craves that her wound be opened once more

Wanting each year to glimpse him at least
To gaze in his eyes and loose her own beast
Will this year bring pain or again will she grieve
The huntress will hunt on All Hallows’ Eve

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse