we follow the curves of our bodies
with distracted fascination
secretly satisfied by our gifts
outwardly disdaining as if
being confident were a sin

I caught that look in your eye
when I casually undressed
your surreptitiously satisfied smile
at the overall swell of my breast
and I was pleased with myself

a dance as old as the ages begins
again and again, seemingly anew
discovering the lines of each other privately
delighted another shares in our view
reaffirming the laws of nature