The dance

Would you know a lie if you saw one,
if it danced from off my lips?
If it leaped between our distances,
and swayed you by the hips?

Would you know a lie it it grabbed you,
by your pure and giving hands,
intertwined your honest fingers
and asked you there to dance?

Would you bow and greet your partner?
Would you sashay down the floor?
And when the first of songs was over,
Would you politely ask "one more?"

And kindly would you twirl her,
as she whispered in your ear?
Would her darkened ways seduce you?
Would her grace surmount your fear?

And from there, would you go forth,
entranced by what you learned,
to grab another partner?
And would she too be turned?