Led
Whispers from lips as innocent as brush fire, dance with these words, they're mine to lead with.
Spin me around, dip me, into your Desires. Your demand is to be followed, yet my compliance will lead the way.
Grace in that moment, power in the next, your hand leaves my waist and leads by choreographed restraint.
In my hair, around my neck, the hushed demand to follow what's next. To remain obedient in this number, if I fall out of step, the desire to succeed will appear, red marks a reminisce. Counts to remind you who's steps your dancing.
Tilted chin, eyes up for direction, parted lips, betraying hidden longings of acquisition.
Direction is given, these steps are traced, repeated for good measure, replaced with pleasure.
This song is new, whispers of suggestion follow the chorus.
I'll let you lead, I'll be the good debutante, hold me under your control, while I melt into your every direction.
But must we remember, this number is mine, I chose to dance.
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