THE DANCE OF LOVE
Silky and smooth,
Her skin is carved from alabaster,
Very soft to the touch.
As they dance he is very much aware
Of her gown clinging to every inch.
The pressure of his hands guides her,
Taking her on a journey across the universe.
She responds to his touch,
Gliding and sailing over the marble floor,
Becoming more and more
A part of him.
Slight dips and spins become movements of love,
Her heated body melting into his.
She wears nothing between the outer fabric and her skin,
And he struggles to keep focused.
A few quick steps and he lifts her into the air,
Triumphantly, aware of eyes watching admiringly.
He lowers her, and she touches ground gracefully.
She whispers into his ear and they disappear into the night,
Dashing the hopes of those who were watching.
But at the same time encouraging them to dream,
To dream and love and create their own fantasy.
June 15, 2017