Dancer

That perfume smells of musk
Or maybe that's her scent of love
I've longed for the chance to speak
But worry that I'm not enough
She is used to being treated special
Like a queen or princess of the kingdom
If I stay silent, not taking a chance
I'll appear weak
But the way she moves
Her mind is a symphony
Her flesh is a club for dance
And I'll never catch the beat