Silhoettes Dance

Flickering candles give the room a warm glow
Two figures, in love, cast their simple shadow
Each look, each kiss, each slow sip of wine
A courting ritual, the silhouettes do mime

No facial expressions to help understand
What’s to misread, a touch, a caress of the hand
An exposed nipple meets first with fingertip
Followed exquisitely, by the gentle breath from the lip

The silhouettes continue their dance by candlelight
Romance, fired by passion and love tonight
A head falls back, a gasp of total rapture
As the naval those loving lips do encapture

Loving tones of soft sensual moans of desire
Then darkness the candle has lost its fire
No more do the silhouettes love and dance, but it’s said,
The lovers themselves continued together in their bed.

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