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[missroserose]

Not sure how well I like this, but it's an effort.


Twirling round
Towards and away, under and through
The pole an anchor
Clinging as I bob and weave
Stepping quickly, this way, that
In and out

The music pounds
Pulling away, pushing back
Fingers brushing waist
Over my shoulder, a coy glance
Eyes and breath catch, hold
His face, stricken

We circle warily
Hunted, huntress, no longer sure
Whipping around
Pressed up against, just a breath
Gone a beat later
One step ahead