If thoughts were deeds
Would you blush
If I told you of
The promise I see in your eyes?
That allure, that desire,
Over sensuous lips
That tug at my heart,
Only to confirm
The offer made by your eyes.
If thoughts were deeds,
Would you tremble
If my touring fingers,
Rustled through your tawny hair
Stroked that curving shoulder,
To set your skin a-tingle?
As my hands trace the contour,
From breast to waist, to tempting hip
Affirming your stunning shapeliness.
If thoughts were deeds
Venturing hands to caress
Skin on skin
Over a smoothness
They have never known
At bountiful breast, trembling belly
And warm inner thigh.
And if deed followed thought,
With fingers trawling short tight hair.
Into the moisture of promises
Forecast in those lustrous eyes
Turning that promise into a need
For both of us,
Comes the sheer wonder
Of you onto me
And me into you.
