The beat sounds
In you stalk, with that look on your face,
Every woman turns,
Your eyes begin the chase.
The hunting ground for your desire,
Set our world on fire.
Your primal scent of musk and heat,
The sultry dance,
Words no one speaks.
The floor is your jungle,
Our hearts your eager prey.
Commanding master of night,
Hidden decadence by day.
Every woman wants you,
Whether she be chaste or whore,
Make our hearts sore.
You're the one we're taught to fear,
As you step onto the floor,
You're the one we are meant to avoid,
And yet, you draw us back for more.
The harlot's seduction,
The good girl's blush,
Your tango begins,
The room falls to a hush.
Be our bad boy,
The temptation of light
Be our dark prince,
The secret pleasure of night.
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