DANCING IN THE MOOLIGHT

MUSIC

We have slipped
away from the
party to a deserted
section of the beach.
The night air is
balmy, the music
plays in the
distance and
silver moonbeams
dance on the
inviting waves.
We embrace closer
than our skin, our
lips lock in passion
and our tongues
dueling creating
MORE
fire and desire;
without orders or
command our clothes
start to disappear
as our hands have a
MIND
of their own.
We take steps back
from each other,
STARING
at each other's nakedness,
as if seeing a miracle
for the
FIRST
time.
Then from somewhere
in the universe a
voice commanding,
"DANCE."
Shall WE?