CONVEY THE TRUST

Candle light and bubble baths,

Clean linens lay on the bed.

The droning of the haunty music,

Send passions burning in your head.

Lace and leather caress the body,

Reflections swaying in the mirror.

Sultry movements make you sweaty,

You start to shiver as I come near.

Does she make you feel like I do?

Do vibrations travel on the beat?

Do sparks pass between your fingertips?

Do your bodies slide together in the heat?

Does she lick you in all those places?

And let the flicker tease you so?

Does she tickle every tender spot?

Does she know just where to go?

Does her scent induce convulsions?

And make your body shake and thrust?

Does her hair fall through your fingers?

Do her eyes convey the trust?

Do her juices flow like rivers?

Under the swelling of the tide?

Do her toes curl up in pleasure?

And like a bronco does she ride?

Do your bodies melt together?

Sliding each shape into one?

Do you sleep until the moon goes?

And the darkness is replaced by the sun?

Does she hold you in her arms?

And gaze into your bright dazed eyes?

Does she feel the passion within you?

Does she even realize - something

  she cannot recognize?

~Yvonne Renee Moore