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.