Feet that dance
Awhile,
Perchance
Provide surcease
A kind of peace.
But romance Is not my style.
The painted smile
May for a time beguile.
A fleeting kiss.
A kind of bliss
But romance is not my style.
Lovers may dally
In verdant valley
While
I love’s cost tally.
But romance is not my style.
Would that I could resile
The made up face
The silk
And lace.
But romance is not my style.
K Morris - Poet 
I really enjoyed the imagery in this poem. Thank you for posting it.
Thank you for your comment. I’m delighted you enjoyed my poem. Best wishes and a very happy Easter to you! Kevin