A ravishing cheek, on a May afternoon
Was in some bedecked hall, I believe
Dust glowed in her eyes like crescents of moon,
as did traces too deep to retrieve

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She offered a sweet take that fed on his heart
It was hers from the moment she spoke
Her manner was earnest, her words gently smart 
When her shy smile wavered, he broke 

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The floor was immense, so many were there 
Was that a small scar on her chin? 
She swept back a curlicue wave in her hair
A blush warmed the glow of her skin

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Each time she drew breath, he had to move near
Such heat held a mind-bending scent
But her mouth seemed to slip, and hold to a sneer
He hoped it was some accident

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The noise of his blood leapt close to a roar  
She unraveled his thoughts with a glance
Her face was impassive, slammed tight as a door
Then he croaked, “May I please have this dance?”