I teased sweet words and bade they dance with me

As if upon the grandest ballroom floor,

While in my mind dear images took glee…

There in my arms, my peerless paramour;

So lifted up by verse to raptured heights

Then paused in prose—aloft, a grand jeté,

A pirouette revealing silken tights—

A daring glimpse to set the mind astray;

So lithely swung and sprung and swirled and pranced

Then sashayed bold and sweeping on that page,

The denouement unfurled in cursive stance

Emboldening the rhythm on that stage;

With plume in hand we did so flirt ‘til dawn,

‘Til every drop of lust-dipped ink was gone.