She dances with his demons,
playing the game she has played many times before.
Her eyes swim with temptation
Seduction seeping out of her.
Her lips coo a sweet song
A sweet song without words
But with passion just the same
She lures him in with casual flirtations and promises of escape,
flashing a smile that could melt the heart of an iceberg.
Words drip from her lips
like liquid gold
Bitter and desired
Her fingertips glide over his palm
He suppresses the warm embrace
Remembering what it feels like to be
A foreign sensation
As he takes her offered hand, she guides him through the crowded room,
as if they are the only two in existence.
She throws her head back
In insurmountable passion
He grabs at her unfamiliar hips
Forgetting that this figure is not the one he
As the illusion fades,
he is left with realities that he left at the bar the night before.
Stamped in his memory
They are now free.