She looks, the devil
Flashing in her eyes,
Half turns her head
Her smile lingers still.
Then reaching out
Skin lightly touches skin,
That one caress alone
A sensuous thrill.
More red than passion
Woven to a gown,
That swirls and settles
Showing nature’s art.
Now loose and falling
Softly on the floor
In scarlet overture
To beauties part.
Now the wayward
Moonlight in the room,
Projects two shadows
Mingled on the wall.
That move in time
To that eternal theme,
Of nature's dance
To love's primeval call.
Flashing in her eyes,
Half turns her head
Her smile lingers still.
Then reaching out
Skin lightly touches skin,
That one caress alone
A sensuous thrill.
More red than passion
Woven to a gown,
That swirls and settles
Showing nature’s art.
Now loose and falling
Softly on the floor
In scarlet overture
To beauties part.
Now the wayward
Moonlight in the room,
Projects two shadows
Mingled on the wall.
That move in time
To that eternal theme,
Of nature's dance
To love's primeval call.
1 comment:
Oh. Nice... Sensual. Right up my alley. Truly.
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