If in the quiet moonlight,
we danced, our eyes,
suggestive,
would you if my lips
did find a naked shoulder
a nervous gasp …
Would you then,
while my hands now
felt liberty
the fabric that might entice
a man to explore further,
while you rose in my palms
my lips now buried in
your neck,
soft to reach your passion
might you as I did fingertips
find your buttocks,
the extension of my hand
directed by a movement
drawn in sequence to your own mouth
insistent upon my own,
tongues twirling,
Would you then find your center
to come alive for the beauty of such is
a delicious notion
while your eyes
turned to the sea
to allow my own waves of desire
let us drift toward some
long forgotten island of
sweet sensuality …
would you imagine while I did begin.
