Lifted

If I let her up will she behave?
A vicious bite
Entranced by the dance 
As she moves in play.
Head held high
Arms out wide
She sways.
Some see a light
Relaxed by the cast
As her hips move and hold the gaze. 

Eyes like a tunnel
Go within or go under
As she (peaks)
To the depths of your Soul.
Vice like a scythe.
Move too quick
And loosen your grip.
As she soothes you and tightens her hold. 
Legs going weak
In the timid and meek.
Friared feet
More spice - more heat.
Pushing you towards your goals.

~Talitha~