My Soul Is In Her

You burn candles to signify your mood.
I smell the aroma, incense in the room.
You have on my favorite negligee.
We smile, with no words to say.
No, ‘how was your day,’ is needed now.

You look deep into my eyes, searching,
hoping to find confirmation of what you’re feeling.
Light flickers, casting strange shadows on the wall.
My heavy-lidded eyes stare back at it all.
You want my love. You need it now.

I witness this invitation to the dance,
knowing that I did not come here for romance.
Your kisses gently rain down on my lips.
You giggle a little, wiggle those curvacious hips.
Who knows why you feel like this.

Your tender arms wrap around my hardened waist.
You smother me with agile moves, your subtle grace,
transcending my wonder of what brought us here.
You’re the moonbeam I wish, my guide to anywhere.
Jennifer, my tempting sweet, I now yearn in me.

Our limbs tangle beneath bed sheets we tear off,
and cast away aimlessly into the passionate night.
Whatever doubt remains of the spark in this engine,
whatever fear I had to approve her ardent mood,
teeming waves subside, once my soul is in her.