Ancient Dance
We stand closely in the cool bedroom
Mutual appreciation abounds
Delicate hands caress my shoulders
My arms enveloping your loveliness
Finger-tipped feather light touch
Maps the gentle arch of your back
Simultaneously my hands moving away from me
Downwards, bringing us closer still
Anticipation firing desires
Breathless elevation of all senses
We embrace the Ancient Dance
Of lovers over millennia.
Copyright © Brendan Osborne | Year Posted 2015
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