She dances
A leg, her thigh
Her hips, move
Gyrating
Feeling
Strength
Power
Her

She doesn't wear her clothes
Accenting those legs
Every move, shoulders, hips
Forcing imagination
Something primal

Fingers play her beat
Her breath shakes
There is a light in her eyes
A promise, a gift
It's almost lust
But it's more, Love
You're  the only one

Stomach, undulating
Muscles dancing
Control, yet not
Her being
A presence

Long lashes, framing eyes
Forcing attention
Fluid thoughts
Rack your mind
But that's Her power
Her eyes, they know
Sparkle with knowledge

Secret charms
Magical and hinting
Ancient, dark patterns
Her steps trace their patterns
Body creating lines in the mind

Her song plays
But it's unheard
The audience
Entranced
Enraptured
Trapped
Enslaved
Hers