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