Dancing
Is when one
Allows the body
To do the talking.
Of course
There are
Other ways
To talk.
With his left
He held her right
And her arm behind his neck
His arm
Holding her close
By the back.
"Aren't you quite the charmer."
"Am I?"
"Mmhm."
By now
He has gotten used
To her
Manipulative gaze.
"Is this still a part of your little games?"
"Hmm... The part where you easily conceded to dance was quite unexpected."
"Just playing along."
"Are you? I never expected you to exchange pleasantries with my parents. Much less hold a conversation."
"You underestimate me too much."
He pulled her
Slightly closer
As their eyes connected
When dead black
Meets bewitching peach.
"You invited me here to marvel at my diffidence. You won't get the pleasure."
"Oh, I fancy you. Always unpredictable, Hikigaya-kun."
Soft mellifluous music
Under a yellow hued light
The tiles of marble
And black onyx
It was truly a fine atmosphere
Had it not been born
Out of a rabbit hole
Magnified infatuations
A sense of wanting
Fueled by interest
For mere entertainment
Tempered by lust.
Romance is the subtle interplay of libido.
Which essentially
Making sex
An act of procreation
Suitable for recreation.
Here he was
In a quagmire of doubt
Bewilderment
Illusion
He was no exception
A young man
Infected with hormones
Yet in this case
Reasoning
Must override
Lust.
Yes.
He was simply caught
In the heat of the moment.
If so
He may as well
Play the game
Perhaps even win it.
Each step
A fraction closer
Animal magnetism
Primal attraction to heat
Two of them
Like serpents
Prowling in a swamp
Of human desires
And self-interest
Cravings
For emotional
Satisfaction.
Eventually
To the point
When each motion
Allowed their body to collide
Like static attraction
An exchange of heat
Her chest against his
Leading to a reaction
When their limbs
Fail their function
Forcing her to clutch
Arms wrapping ever so
Desperately
To counter the gravity
Inevitably drawing their faces
Closer
A breath away.
"You are doing this on purpose..."
"Am I?"
"You're pretty heavy, you know."
To this remark
She felt her face
Flush up
In a fit of crimson red
Biting her lip nervously
As she re-aligned herself
Squirming under his hold.
"Mou, Hachiman... you shouldn't talk about a woman's weight..."
She pouted coyly
And now it was his cheeks
With a tinge of redness.
"Isn't there a double standard? While you women talk about height."
"I like the fact that you are taller. Means you have to stoop down when you kiss me."
"Inversely, it's good because you can't just reach me that easy."
In a sudden move
She closed the distance
Only an inch away
As her lips glistened
Moist and pink
Hot breath
Against his neck.
"Oh... you think?"
In retaliation
He nuzzled close
And whispered to her ear.
"Try me."
It was priceless
Even satisfying
To give the temptress
A taste
Of her own
Medicine.
"Did I mention you looked beautiful in that dress?"
"O-oh... ah-nh... I don't think so..."
Compliments and flattery.
The former
Is praising the beauty of the dress
And the latter
Praising the beauty of the dressed.
"You're pretty foxy... especially tonight..."
"In the dark, anything goes."
"W-what's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't you want to find out?"
He smirked
It was such an ethereal
Moment
Like two felines
Locked in close quarters
Dreamlike provocations
A game of risk
Dark passions
With neither side
Backing down.
It was surreal.
He would not be surprised
To find out
It was all a dream.
Yet the look in her eyes
Assured this was indeed
Real.
"P-please... I want..."
It was such a fine show
Of manipulative prowess
By a certain
Machiavellian
Woman.
Seduction is complete
If it ends in compliments.
"...you."
A soft moan
Enticing
When all men would fall
He would be reminded
It was still a game
He was still playing.
Her lips
Ever so slowly
Approached his
Had they met in another
Instance
Perhaps.
Chemistry
Between them
It would be
Volatile and caustic
Yet a powerful stimulant.
If he turned away, he would lose.
On the other hand, if he did concede.
Break the mirage.