Cantata

 
Its when I'm out with you
and that kiss you give
not urgent
needy and hot like when we're working
in unison our union spirits crashing together
But soft
sensual
warm
inviting
with the hint of more to come
just whats required.

As you squeeze my hand  
not needy
wanton
or grasping like when we're naked
in throes of passionata vocal cantata
but to touch as a reminder
you are here for me always
no need for knowing glances to accompany
we'll be naked and singing again soon anyway.