Passions revealed
desires sedated
never once believed
such pleasures awaited.
Romance claimed lost
desire now greed
no estatic long nights
just fullfilling a need.
But with lingering glances
on satin smooth skin
through the night we languish
in the erotica of skin.
A candle lit dinner
alone to test our will
champaine on ice
inhibitions to chill.
A fire in the hearth
our only light
yet hold back the urges
as passion fills the night.
Caressing your hair
a masage designed to please
your breathing grows soft
a sensual tease.
Lips finally meet
so tender and hoping
tounges intertwine
searching not groping.
Finger tips trace
from your neck down your spine
awakening nerves the pleasure
devine.
Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor
bringing pleasure in the skin they show
no rush no hurry all night
to take it slow.
A trail of kisses
the soft backs of knees
bodys aching yearning
eager to please.
By the light of the fire
two bodys join in an ancient rite
as soft moans of pleasure
become the sounds of the night.
