Every time she appears,
in the limelight, emerging
from the corners shadows prowl,
in no time she mercilessly steals
all the charm from girls all round
and then every one is compelled
to talk about her in hushed tones.

"Stop this wily moves to steal a march
do you think I am unaware of your tricks?"
in to her ear I would whisper,
as if advocating for others,who lose face,
when we dance face to face, in total abandon.

She would pretend innocence,
look at me as if she was cheated ,
go back to her silent  planning,
for the next theft between deft dance moves,
her disarming style, curtains off her wile.