I inhaled her intimate perfume
Erotic, rich and deep, abloom
I reached down, drippin’ wet
Her back arched like a cat’s
The rising tide of lust
The rushing of the blood
It was too much and not enough
The rushing of the blood
Dance, the oldest dance
Entwined, like true lovers
Move in concert, like in trance
Dance, the oldest dance
Dancing, dancing, so intense
Shivering, burning with desire
Ecstasy leapt through her like fire
Induce one last tide of utter bliss
Her breath, like an adder’s hiss
I keep on dancing
