The Dancer

March 10, 2011
I was a dancer and he was the audience
the way I moved left him on his toes in suspence
The arch of my back as I moved so lovely
There he knew he just had to have me
His hands met my back and we swayed in the night
he closed my eyes and said "everything's alright"
hands moved to my neck, flirting with my throat
I opened my eyes and began to choke
He had me alright, I was another prey
Never breathing again or seeing the light of day

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