One Child Dancing

A wonderous muse of gorgeous ways,

Within her I might fill my days.

Quiet love, and sweet advance,

And sometimes, I shall watch her dance.

She always starts in pretty clothes,

With silky skin so warm, it glows.

In blonde and lace, and red and white,

She dances, happy, every night.

And slowly, all the clothes come free,

The jacket, skirt, and blouse, for me.

She leaves a G-string, fiery red,

And waits for me, upon our bed.

As slowly as the moon, at night,

I come and hold her, feather light.

We sink within our warm embrace

And dance together, face to face.

And softly, as we share our touch,

We learn so very, very much.

For her, she finds my sheltered care.

For me, a truth and love, so rare.

We sleep entwined, our spirits one,

Each night, when all our day is done.

We've found a partner, I and she,

To dance, in quiet love, shall we.