The Lady in Lace

I have witnessed this suspense filled chill
This stare yonder, many times before

Between provocation and tease
Where silence is the loudest tongue

I have been there, in person in company 
In the middle of such storm 

Windows and doors buckling 
Holding emotions weight, a river dam  

Reaction demands a role, we know that
This hold will not last, anticipations grows 

Eventually this door would let go 
And we would engage a tango of sorts 

Provocation of seduction with the lady in lace 
Or an out burst of rage to encounter 

I have witnessed this filled chill 
This stare yonder, many times before