<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tempting Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There she sits waiting, with wine glass in hand<br>Quite demure, if not for the place and time<br>So, I whisked her out of this drunken band<br>'Take me home, ' she said as our watches chime</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her room's well furnished with, I think, the best<br>Then, when lights were low, she let music flow<br>As for me, I'm down on a chair to rest<br>Then I heard her ask, 'Can I dance with you? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lights grew dimmer when she snapped her fingers<br>Arms held tighter; the moment's urge persists<br>In my mind, the only thought that lingers<br>Is the two of us. Does the world exists? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In each other's warmth, our bodies now bathe<br>Pressed in harmony, as wind sways the grass<br>In our upper parts, there's still room to breathe<br>From waist down, if there's wind, it could not pass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon her ear, I blew a wisp of hair<br>She retaliated by nibbling at mine<br>My impulse was to kiss her lips so fair<br>And to tell the truth, it still tastes of wine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then slowly, our steps lead toward the bed<br>What comes next, I might tell given the chance<br>Hello, but this note I got to imbed: <br>'This poem is just all about the dance.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Reyvrex+Questor+Reyes">Reyvrex Questor Reyes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483583" data-title="The Tempting Dance de Reyvrex Questor Reyes" data-description="There she sits waiting, with wine glass in hand Quite demure, if not for the place and time So, I whisked her out of this drunken band 'Take me home, ' she said as our watches chime Her room's well furnished with, I think, the best Then, when lig..."></div> </div> </div>

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