Match on wick,
scented wax,
yellow-orange
glow;
shadows dancing
on the wall,
candles burning
slow;
spirits pouring,
amber grape,
crystal glass
to lips;
passion rising
in our hearts,
desire in
our hips;
lovers wrestling,
satin sheets,
naked limbs
entwine –
a picture of
the two of us,
if only you’d
be mine.