Holy Matrimony

It was your deception
That captured me.
It was your enticing love spell
That held me captive...
Or was it the seductive curves
Of your body?
The feel of your lips
Against my ears
Making my mind run wild
Was only the start.
I've studied your ways
And your rhythm was
Like an African drum
Beat under the moonlight.
I had to try you:
The melodies and
Emotion,
The movement and
Dedicated concentration
Of making you flow just right.
And thus,
Our own marvel-
Our own creation..
It was in that night
I held in my hands
The fruit of my labor and
Was content with myself.
With that in mind,
I wrote again
For my true love-
Poetry.