Dance

Dancing under the moonbeams
Streaming through the curtains

Two-left-feet lovers
With amorous intent

Petty thieves
Stealing kisses

Novice poets
Whispering suggestive lines

Overdressed initiates
With overeager helping hands

The dance stumbles
And we both tumble
Onto our next arena

Pulling off cloth
And panting between breaks
Of fierce French kissing

A lull in the commotion
Lets my eyes scan
Her near naked form

Those shining eyes
Brimming with gentle hope
Those soft lips
Just barely trembling
Awaiting the next
Delicious kiss
Those delicate breasts
And yet covered tips
Singing a song of invitation
To my greedy lips

And down
Past the glorious canvas
Of her smooth belly
And hidden between
Her wonderfully curved hips
An oasis awaiting
A wellspring of bliss
A gateway for goodness

Her hand beckons
And I catch her eyes
And as a mariner under
The sirens spell
I plunge gladly into
This tempting fate