Sarabande

She spun gold in coils and crystal fragments into tears


She danced whimsy into wonder


Feather-soft footsteps and undulating limbs


Felinity emanating


Her bloody smile and petal-soft feel


Her filthy smirk and gentle caress


Twirling sunlight into moonbeams


Thrusting starlight at her hips


Bitten lower lip and deep jade pools of unspoken agony


Bounding steps to a soft string and drum


The fringes of midnight conceal the break


Torn heart hidden by a vixen


Cornered she is not with her gypsy grin


Copper-dusted skin with her mudras of lust


Temptation is not the sin


The sin is not to dance