'Dance to the beat of my heart, my dear,
And we shall travel a thousand miles without taking a step,
Embrace me as you have a hundred times before and feel like the first'
The couple swayed.

The moonlight bathing raven locks and auburn tresses.
The scent of perfume and the dancing dresses,
I am yours and you are mine,
Oh my Lord! you smell divine.

Her hands roamed the voluptuous curves,
******* the fork where the mind swerves,
Into amorous thoughts and soft caresses.

Thoughts of crumpled clothing,
Strewn on the wooden floor,
Whispering "my love, only you do I adore"
A meeting of minds and mouths,
Sleepily they entwine hearts,
Bodies follow,
Words are laden full with desire,
Never hollow.