Dance

She lifts her hand and flicks her wrist
He watches the silk cascade her form
Her green eyes were seductive
His black ones greed and lust.

A soft tilt of her chin, coy and flirting
His hand twitches, aching, lusting, longing
Silk and wood hides her taunting lips
He licks his own, desire painted.

Hers was a solitary dance
but his mind blooms
An urgent picture to beside her
Their hands joined and parted.

An erotic courtship dance.