She takes his arm so shy and
demure
and with
one swoop gathers up her elegant gown –
his
adoring gaze is bliss to endure
a
portrait of taffeta and flowing hair of
brown.
They stroll in silence and drink
in the dusk
each
aware of the other, and speechless nonetheless
the
summer night’s legend tells of incense and musk
Her
cheek’s rising blush, she hides with finesse.
‘Tis the romance of eventide that
stirs the heart
and
brings out the softness of an amorous gent
as
the twilight’s perfume and lightning bugs dart
to
the giddiness of mood, their magic was lent…
With sudden abruptness he turns
her to face
his
also flushed features, and boldly steps close –
to
gaze into eyes that say, ‘come in my space’…
his
waiting is unbearable, in anguished throes.
‘Ah, my dear Precious, I long thee
to kiss’,
then
stops and waits and Time stands still.
‘there
is nothing tonight that surpasses this…”
She
nods, is weak - with an intense thrill.
That starts in her feet and moves
to a smile,
she
closes her eyes and angles her head
and
parts her lips, and all while
she
reflects and wonders with ‘nary a dread…
He tenderly brings her to his
breast
and
meets her lips with his –
so
locked with hers, he knows he’s blessed
died
and gone to Heaven, he is!
He releases his grasp to look at
her
not
wanting to break the spell.
To
see her soul, if affection did stir.
‘O,
her eyes are a cavernous well !
He takes her face in his large,
sturdy hands
adoring
the beautiful belle before him
with
arms to her sides, making no demands
so
gracious, so graceful and proper and prim.
She offers her hand to him to
kiss,
she
sweetly grants him her biggest of smiles
he
remembers her mouth, thinks…’ah, such bliss!’
her
resistance is one of her feminine wiles….
He takes her hand, and encircles
her waist
to
strike an intimate dancing pose,
her
lips of wine he longs to taste
his
heart beats down to his toes.
On the other hand, she has longed
to spoon
with
this handsome and dashing gent
wild
abandon to the night was strewn
yet
coquettish restraint is lent –
“Hold me dear man, make my cup
runneth over,
I
long to feel your embrace,”
“You
are the one…there’s no other lover,”
she
musters with all of her grace.
“My dearest Love, my goddess, my
All,
how
can I ever be worthy of ye?”
“My
ardent love by comparison is small -
please
return it is my only plea.”
She gazes in his eyes, and sees
the moon
and
the stars and the sun and the rain,
a
fullness of love – the thought makes her swoon
to
ignore it will cause her such pain.
She moves close to him, just one
last time
and
promises to him she’ll stay for life
he
is mesmerized by her beauty sublime
and
knows he wants to make her his wife.
and
reasons with all of its might –
but
the Love of this Man and beside him his Bride
become
one and are veiled by the night.
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