I stepped in time to your dance,
And felt that perhaps by some strange chance,
You were leading more than just my feet,
By the rhythmic pounding of my heartbeat.
So many before were caught in your snare,
And though I know I should not dare,
I waltzed right along with your sly tune,
Under a dazzling, bright and pale moon.
And I could feel the gentle brush of your clothes,
Like the way a soft breeze flows.
Your scent was but a small hint,
It wasn’t hard to tell that I didn’t,
Have the power to escape your trap,
Like Sleeping Beauty with her nap.
And then you pulled me near,
And no longer could I feel the fear.
As being yours no longer seemed,
Such a bad thing to be deemed.
But then as soon as I heard that thought,
And no matter how hard I fought,
All came to an abrupt end,
And you disappeared with nothing more to lend.