As I tiptoe past her door
In that room, in that bed
My darling sleeps.

The thought of her touch,
Her kiss, inflames my body
Like the taste of Spanish wine.

I open the forbidden door,
The hot musky aroma of a woman
Fills my senses and mind.

I look at her,
She is stretching her body
Like a lioness on the plain.

My breath catches, she sight,
Every movement she makes
Is poetry in motion.

The light from a lamp
Sparkles from her hair,
A river cascading around her face.

The movement of her hips
Like a moth to a flame,
Draws me lustfully towards her.