A mystical figure dancing in air

Methodically moving, with so much flare

I’m in awe; all I can do is stare

Trapped by my own free will and accord

Strapped by ties of lust

Rendered sightless by the fire in my eyes

Something mysterious is alluring me

A blind-sided temptation, I can’t ignore

My inhibitions will be left at the door

As I slither my way out along the floor

Danger waits….

5:35 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013