JUST ONE DANCE

JUST ONE DANCE

She'd seen him of course,

danced around him, so to speak,

avoided him, definitely,

this man who represented risk,

excitement, but more than likely

trouble.

It would be okay,

so she thought,

as long as,

well, as long as he kept

his distance, he could look,

but no more.

A hundred reasons to steer clear

were bouncing round her head,

but she didn't account for

others, who threw them together,

made it impossible to leave

without one dance,

when the connection

became chemistry,

more dangerous and life destroying

than anything touched by naked flame,

sending her into free-spin,

clutching at a reason to escape.