strangers night
meet in secret
forbidden it is
daring the chances
walking tight rope
what's right
what's wrong
somewhere between
this thing remains
scared yet daring
confidence is grown
she becomes cunning
She plays with fire
learns to tango
employing seduction
she lures her delight
promising heaven
with every glance
her every move
refined through experience
she makes her way
across the floor
driving you too madness
you yield your defences
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