From the base of her neck to the bottom of her spine
Glimmering stars by candles flame a fragile spider's chain
Curvey and schimmering dropplets of rain, seventy Borealis
Crystal buttons float on a net of sheer salmon lace
Seventy buttons the maid hooked with great pains
To be undone by her man alone when the time came
This flower of evening now groomed,open and scented
Wise this daugther Eve and vessle of the artist's hand
Thru divine revelation she alone understands this man
His spirit needs,his body craves nocturnal delight
How he too anticipates an enlightening gift of body
Adoring the notion spirit wrapped and tied in bows
She runs thru ice crystals to the waitng cab
Bundled in fox furs that skip on the snow swirles
Thus begins the music prelude to the dance
His fedora,voice and touch, tools of this encounter
He won't welcome her with words or his eyes
The tools of this encounter and game
Oh! How he loves to begin at her feet, untie and taste
Midnight's blackest satin around ankels petite
The majickal way she keeps slender stillettoes on
Sans bows,now a combination of streaming ribbon
Glorious ankels,calves and thighs surround hips
Tonight tables turn, all reason has left her head
Atleast till she is exhausted,salty and glowing
A peaceful sweet smile on her lips,he takes her to bed
'Seventy buttons,your gift to me,can wait until morning.
My dove'. His internal thought,internal soul smile
