The timid notes in her inquisitive glance,
spawn a mingled melody of questions,
scrambling a masculine agenda.
Her blushing vocals of laughter
peek through clouds of harmony,
sending symphonies of wunderkind
to the anxious nerves of fingertips.
Composing steps of trust
from close conversation,
your sly arpeggios of pillowtalk,
her flashes of wicked, human fantasies.
That brazen, sighing chant of lust
in a midnight farewell
from lips, lusciously wet.
A pause in meditation;
with eyes weighing beating scales,
a nightly duet performance
or the spectacle of a
tune of tomorrows.