Capturing Syllables Again

 
Oh lover, my dear man,
so eager to impress you,
beautiful on the eye,
pleasing to the touch.

In public, subtle,
the brush of your hand,
going unnoticed,
I noticed,
the signalling intentions,
felt it too,
the sly pinching caress.

Your eyes
speak my thoughts,
along with the smile,
wide,
inviting,
naughty
naughty moments with bodies shared,
entwined
captured
when all for one is all we want to give.
  
There's a devil in you,
I've heard him I have,
just before your announcement,
descending low
from on high,
a heralding cry,
triumphant fanfare
shouting out,
your arrival
predicted,  
expected,
wanted
I'm captivated
by you
truly,
soo 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 tasked later with
capturing syllables
shouted out for me,
accepting you,
fine tuning into love,
into the love I show for you.
  
Your queen awaits.