Soft, sunlit and delicate,
warm, sensuous and sound
idle hands at my shoulder tops,
a view of all dreams in your eyes.
Smooth, slow, angelic motions,
gentle riddles and feather-like tickles
a masterpiece in existence before me,
the mirror of all images of beauty.
Faster into the waves we spin,
caressing the rhythm that consumes us
heartbeats interchange the souls we share,
not a frivolous action we dare.
Heading into the moonlight,
curtains sway amongst the view
easing down the bedside with my precious,
teasing the covers the below.
A balcony presents pleasure as we sing,
without music, we ride the beat
hip to hip, hand in hand,
the first journey is underway.
