Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, though I wouldn't mind having the rights to Edward. ;)
Thought I'd try my hand at another Twilight poem. It doesn't have a setting really. Could be the prom but doesn't have to be. Just don't forget to R/R. I want to know what you think of it. Thanks.:)
Dance
Trapped in a ghostly embrace
Skin cool but leaving a burning trail
Eyes drawn to a pale perfect face
His kiss a promise of Holy Grail
Needing nothing more; to sway
To a haunting, hypnotic beat
Ineptitude carried softly away
By his confident, leading feet
"Bella," he says, "Trust me.
Have I led you wrong before?"
I lean into his chest and nod simply
Close contact leaves me wanting more
Detect from his posture; leaning in
Tasting my scent like an addict's drug
Reading in his features the struggle within
Feeling no slack in his ravenous hug
Others notice our dance and sneer
Because he moves us so slow and sure
Stumbling and fall have no need to fear
Our simple step so effortlessly pure
Jealousy in girls' looks recognize
I close my eyes and vow to ignore
See through their empty words and lies
Knowing he finds them as dry as before
Enraptured by his dazzling smiles
In a daze from his warm respire
Clutching tighter his face beguiles
And lights my nerves on fire
In our own little world we gently rock
Enjoying a lasting feel of ease
My decision made-put in it all stock
He leans even closer and says:
"Can I have the last dance, please?"