She sneaks up on me,
creeping at the edge of my vision,
just out of sight,
taunting me,
whispering promises
of another night of pounding,
tender pain in my head--
third time this week--
and she dances a flamenco
or maybe a samba
or something equally flashy,
undeniable,
unforgettable in a way
that floods my senses,
overwhelms my very being
as I'm drawn in,
spun in crisp circles
and dipped in impossible angles.
It's impossible to resist.
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