The dance began with the sweetest of looks:
It was a sideways glance with a smile for a hook,
Inviting a light flirtation that could never hurt,
Unless you're the one who's going to get burnt.
The dance continued with a light caress
Soft upon my arm, close to my breast.
His eyes burned brightly, attempting to undress.
With a sensuous smile, I was then blessed.
The dance moved along with smoldering promise,
Crafting passionate exchanges out of soap-opera dramas.
Discreet little moments we shared in the dark
Coupled with whispered endearments where love had no part.
The dance ended quickly as it had begun,
As my head told my heart its course had been run.
No longer could I be with this man,
For he had no place in my life's plan.
The dance was over with bittersweet regret
For the minutes we shared from the moment we met.
'Too close for comfort!' was the silent cry of my heart.
"Goodbye, wonderful man from whom I must part."
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