Let’s pretend, shall we lover,
Let’s pretend and start from the beginning , where
you are the Minotaur, mystical monster,
half man, half beast
and I am the dancer,
My tambourine by my side catches your eye,
my arms raised high above my head,
exposing my small breasts,
catches your eye,
red with desire,
I am dancing to the beat of your heart,
mad with animal lust,
my eyes flash ‘beware, beware’,
The way my legs cross over in your shadows,
you are lurking in the corner,
wedged between the hall and the bedroom
and I am advancing
warning,
warning,
My feet, bare and arched,
shoot arrows at your bare chest,
shoot arrows of desire and love not meant for pain,
will you deflect them?
And the crazy beat of the flamenco stirs deep within my sex,
and I am driven by the call of the flamenco to pursue you,
my Minotaur, my mystical monster,
to break through the labyrinth of your mind and seek refuge
within your psyche, your soul,
and I am dancing to the beat of your heart,
my hands stand to the contortions of our responding body,
snap to the swishing of my skirt,
exposing my thighs,
catching your eyes,
catching your desire,
but you,
my Minotaur,
my mystical monster,
are cornered between the hallway and the bedroom and
I am advancing in my Black Widow’s stance
ready to strike.
