Stealthily
Like a cat,
She moved
towards me
slinking forwards
One pace at a time.
Silently
She walked
around me,
Little by little
Unraveling my
Twisted need.
Speedily
Her smile
Disarming me,
Swaying to music
She placed
Next to my heart.
Reaching out
She caressed me,
Wrapped herself
Around me,
Stirred me,
Deeply.
As the music
Flowed
We danced,
My breath catching,
Hoping I’m
Not dreaming,
My twisted soul
Responding
To the music
Of her flute.
A late night liaison,
Stripping away
My fear
Of giving myself
To her mystery.
The invisible touch,
A personal
Genesis.
