We waltz
cheek to cheek,
breast to breast,
our only music the sound
of your lovely voice,
The living room
our dance hall.

Our feet glide
across the wood;
Our hearts share
the same space;
Our souls soar
with our love
as we dance.

Later we dance again,
this time skin to skin,
the bed our dance floor.
Hands and mouths
slide across sensitive
skin; we make our own
music with cries of joy.

We dance the dance of love.


All content ęGlenda Poulter, 2012-2014.