Stepping fresh from the shower
my eyes lock with yours
my only covering a towel
you are the first to look away
but only because
your gaze follows droplets
that are slowly making there way
over every curve.

My breath catches in my throat
as your gaze seems to have
turned on the furnace
and I am now on fire,
I can't help but watch
as your eyes widen with wonder
the towel slipping slowly to the floor
and you swiftly advance
to take me in your arms
kissing away what breath remains.

We move together in love's oldest dance
hearing a beat only our hearts know
at first the rhythm is slow and
the music is sweet
as if a waltz were playing gently
yet as the dance continues
it somehow becomes more tribal
more sultry and animalistic
increasing the pace of our steps
yet still moving in rhythm as one.

As the music reaches its zenith
we once again gaze deeply
into each other's eyes
held captive for that moment in time
and as we cling to each other
drinking from passion's nectar
we tenderly sway with each other
wanting to prolong the magic.