Elaborate Décolletage

Soft light reflected in the sheen of sweat on her flesh
As we dance, of her perfume I detect a hint
Bending closer to the pulsing in her neck, daring
To drown in the sweet scent as I take a deep breath
Eyes moving along the edge of a neckline plunging
Edged in hand crafted, pure white lace

Breasts straining for release from the lace
So that they may press against the bare flesh
Of the partner's chest where his shirt is plunging
Giving the woman the barest hint
Of his desire as he draws in that deep breath
And considering if he is truly that daring

Would drowning in her enticing scent be daring
As he imagines the treasures held back by the lace
Watching intently the movement as she draws each breath
Tantalized by the movement of light and shadows over her flesh
The quickening of her pulse in her neck giving a hint
That into further depths of desire she is plunging

If the music ended now would she stop plunging
Would he lose his chance to show his daring
Would the pulse slow, making him doubt the hint
That was promised by the scent from between the river of lace
Barely covering the soft flesh
That moved with each intake of breath

Gathering her courage and taking a deep breath
Pushing aside the neckline plunging
Freeing from their restraints the scented flesh
Showing that she of the two dancers is the more daring
Unfastening with deft fingers the buttons at the bottom of the lace
Her naked breast a bold statement instead of a subtle hint

Surprised at her, as her rapid pulse at her neck is no longer a hint
Eyes taking in the landscape of her bosom rising with her every breath
No longer restrained by the river of lace
Into the depths of his own desire now plunging
Abashed that is was she who was the more daring
Peeling away the shirt covering his own flesh

Warm scented flesh was his first hint
That he should be daring and take that deep breath
Into desire to be plunging sharing the treasures behind the lace