Capturing Syllables

Oh lover, my dear man, so eager to impress you,
beautiful on the eye, pleasing to the touch,
In public, subtle, that brush of your hand,
going unnoticed, I noticed, signalling intentions,
felt it too, the sly pinching caress,
your eyes speak my thoughts, along with the smile,
wide, inviting, naughty moments with bodies shared,
entwined, when all for one is all we want to give.

There's a devil in you too, I've heard him I have,
just before your announcement, descending low
from on high, a heralding cry, triumphant fanfare
shouting out, his arrival predicted,  expected, wanted;
I'm captivated by him truly, but so tuned into you,
accepting every syllable, pulling us closer together.

Seen him too, like right now, In your eyes,
tells me what I already know, I'm to be taken later.
capturing syllables shouted out for me, accepting him,
but fine tuning into love, into the love I show for you.

Your queen awaits.