weave (pegasus)

she begins the dance
her poise is magnificent
her eyes, lowered,
animal and royal
with a thousand tales to tell
but that is for another time

her arms
bare and long and elegant
so feminine
stir the invisible dust
that carries her perfume
of deadly cinnamon
cloves and poisonous honey

she turns her head
and displays her neck
the effect is striking
the invitation irresistible
her hair, at once ebony and caramel,
with each gesture
climbs over her shoulder
like the gentle fingers
of a lover from behind
tracing the line of her clavicle
to the flesh of her throat
and her lips purse
imperceptibly

her dress is delicate
like winter's breath
seductive and flowing
completely embracing her movements
whispering the shape of her breasts
her chest starts to glisten
her trembling skin
innocent and wise
flawless and aching
for the feather touch
of the devil's lips

her hips, broad and firm,
voluptuous twist and roll
and inside she burns
molten and ravenous

and I am enraptured
desperate to sell my soul
for the taste
of her murderous fruit