Their eyes flirt
Over the table dressed in white,
Gazing down periodically,
To spear another nibble;
Then rise eagerly to meet again.
Wine and conversation flow uncorked,
Warming throats and
Lightening hearts.
Giggles ensue.
Glasses clink.
This repast is the appetizer.

Anticipation heightens
With the first press
Of his lips--light and feathery--
On her fingertips.
He knows how to
Begin the dance.
The yin and yang.
The hers becoming his,
And his hers.

Moving gracefully,
As if to music,
Their hands gently
Sculpt one another
Into works of art
That only the artist can see
Or know.

Laws of physics don't apply,
As bodies soar,
And touch electrifies.
Her senses vibrate
In his heady presence;
On the brink of being overpowered.
But he tempers his ardor.
The force of him,
Tamed for love.

A thousand suns burst within,
And around them.
The edges of reality blur.
They fall together softly,
Touching still,
Not ready to return
To separateness.
A dessert of warm kisses
Seems the perfect ending.

Diane

© 2007 Linda Diane Twersky