We danced, coated in the scent of musky sweat,
Entranced by the nature of her husky voice and the way we met,
We locked eyes and I started to get wet,
From sweat and not that other liquid.
Her eyes still on me as she argued and bickered,
With some other dancer who was also a babysitter,
They argued over how to raise a child to be well behaved,
That argument led to the revelation of how her life was saved,
By dancing.

Quick and solemn movements with a little flexibility,
The way she moved had me questioning her mobility.
Was she a natural born or did she develop this ability?
Her hip sways as fluid like she was in a sea of tranquility,
But I couldn't help but think she is beyond my capability...

So I never asked her out.
It wasn't for a lack of confidence but possessing doubt,
But as our bodies moved together out and about,
I could see her eyes giving off an inaudible shout,
She finally spoke to me, a pouring rain after a drought,
"There's so many fish in the sea but I finally found my trout".