THE TEASE
SHE DANCES JUST BEYOND YOUR REACH,
A WHISPER LOST ALONG THE BEACH.
A SHADOW CAST BY THE SETTING SUN,
A GAME BEGUN, BUT NEVER WON.
SHE SPEAKS IN RIDDLES, SOFT AND SLY,
A LAUGHING GLINT BEHIND HER EYE.
A BRUSH OF HAND, A FLEETING DANCE,
THEN VANISHES MID-STEP OF DANCE.
HER LIPS, THEY PROMISE UNTOLD BLISS,
BUT VANISH JUST BEFORE THE KISS.
A SILK OF WORDS, A VELVT NO,
SHE PULLS, THEN LETS THE SILENCE GROW.
YOU CHASE, YOU FALL, YOU RISE AGAIN,
CAUGHT IN THE WEB OF SWEET, SHARP PAIN.
SHE IS THE THRILL, THE EDGE, THE FLAME,
THE TEASE WHO PLAYS, BUT TAKES NO NAME.
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