A Dance To Romance

   

Lips quiver
Eyes *gazing  
Wandering
Dreaming
Of
That first moonlight kiss
Oh how, sweet is your garden. *
The pale *moonlight shines down
a upon your fawns
Can I enter your *secret and most innocent place.
Petals* roses smell like a fragrance of perfume a perfect bride chamber for two.
A lovers quiver
a  smile
Warmth tender love so fair.
The tears lost on a pillow
The silky smooth hands
Rubbing my inner most parts oh how  sweet is your love.