You danced for me. <br />A hundred silken scarves you wore. <br />A hundred colors for me to see <br />as you twirled about the floor. <br /> <br />I watched you swing and shimmer <br />the colors ablaze as your body spun. <br />Your dance began with a hundred scarves <br />that now fall away one by one. <br /> <br />A blue fell on my shoulder <br />a red landed at my feet, <br />and still you danced before me. <br />I reached to touch, but you retreat. <br /> <br />Now the colors fly off freely. <br />My breath is harsh, my touch, I swear, is not. <br />You skin is flushed and shining. <br />My blood is raised and hot. <br /> <br />The scarfs have now all fallen. <br />You stand naked to my passion now. <br />But as I reach to hold you, <br />you back away somehow. <br /> <br />Ahh... the dance is just begun. <br />Because beneath your passion you already know, <br />if I touch you once my lovely, <br />I'll never let you go.<br /><br />TP Sage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-your-passion/
