In the same tone of my poem Intimacy. Romance The table's set But we're on our feet Our hips move to a rhythmic beat Quiet drums and jazz guitar I pull you in You set me on fire My hand behind your smooth agile back Fingers trail across your dress; silk black I dip you in and your eyes grow wide Searching for fear, I drown inside God those eyes, they're just too much I see them crawl and I feel them touch A smile on your lips, a blush that burns your cheek Skin on skin, your knees grow weak I pull you up; you're the ocean and I'm the moon I shine above your lips which glow crimson I think that my heart just may explode In this slow dance you stole my soul The table's set but all I see is you Dim candles lit on a quiet afternoon You stole my soul so I steal your breathe I feel the swell of your breast burn upon my chest It feels so nice I can't help but to think I've died But here with you, I've never felt so alive And your auburn hair burns like a sun I try to see a flaw but I find none On your toes you reach to kiss me And it's so erotic that you become dizzy I hear you moan and sigh, voices of personified sex You float away and I catch you in my net It's so romantic, a light in a sombre gloom Our love sprouts flowers, let us watch them bloom