Our passions are revealed,
All desires are sedated,
I would have never imagined,
the fantastic pleasures that awaited.
It wasn’t romance claimed lost,
It was not desire but greed,
No romance that night,
We just fulfilled a need..
First a candle lit dinner,
to test our might and will,
Champagne was on ice ,
our inhibitions left to chill.
Only we alone knew,
And we swore to never tell.
For it would be like spitting,
Into our own wishing well.
Caressing your hair,
A light massage designed to please
Your breathing grows light,
With my sensual tease.
Clothes gently whisper as they fall to the floor,
bringing pleasure in the skin it shows,
I am in no rush, no hurry,
I love to tease you slow.
A a soft trail of kisses,
The soft backs of your knees,
By now your body is aching,
So very eager to please.
By the light of the dimming fire,
Our bodies together in an ancient rite,
The sounds of passion fade,
And become the sounds of the night.
-Hurley (2007)
