My try at a sonnet

You think there's every night to live this way

And remain subtle in the way you stride

Please, give me just a moment to convey

Passion's plea and the bliss it will provide

A chance is in your smile, this dance is a risk

The floor is alive with what could be had

You don't give me any reason to persist

Though you do have a come-hither laugh

Let go of other nights, hold only this one

It is time to strut rather than refuse

Fell the beat and leave your shoes undone

To take this dance or not is yours to choose,

"My stride is subtle and shall stay so

And as to your question, the answer is no."