She’s still looking across the table 

He’s still gliding across the floor 

Shall we dance? Turn all this into a beautiful fable 

Make sure you lock the door 

In private, In flesh all is revealed and worshipped 

Her legs 

His fingers

Her satin silky skin

His silver tongue 

They dance, They Prance, have each other enhanced by each other on the floor and under the moon luminescence

They dance 

Words and kisses 

Teasing and breathing in each other until the intoxicating feelings end both of you laying in each others embrace 

Slow the hearts pace 

Cant forget her face 

Locked the door incase 

What a fun chase

Nothing will be in haste to revisit this evening of such a beautiful fable 

 

Advertisements