Men often find themselves allured
By the movements to the music
And mystique of the female form
With thoughts far from pure
And even further from lucid
Inside their loins and mind a storm
That strikes without warning
With his eyes penetrating
And his spirit in askance
For this fever of flesh
John the Baptist was beheaded
For Salome had danced
And Herod lost his mind
Awash in the feelings
His flesh alive
His mind in trance
