The depths of my dance

This is how my hunger dances

A habanera only to your eyes addressed

Desire's feet move to an increasing rhythm

Which finds it's origins inside your chest

Pleasant slow and careful movements

Encourage your soul to sway to mine's swing

Soon the tide increases overwhelmingly

The waves of a whisper sweeping you in

I take notice, abruptly, of what's begun to unfold

And my actions color me timid and shy

When I find myself relinquishing my heart

To a burning call of deep brown eyes

A dance of one, to two eyes addressed,

Now choreographed by your every next move

Feeling like Terpsichore, but subordinated,

To the very object of her pursuit